Divergent + rankings
. THE FAULT IN OUR DIVERGENCE . 16 . Canada . Dauntless . Invalid . Glader . Moroi . ShadowHunter . Half-Blood . Tribute . Nerdfighter . Alpha . Aberration . Host . Lunar . Uncured . Wallflower . Blue . Fangirl . Forever shipping scissac . Keep adventuring and stay not a grown up .
“Our founders (…) divided us into five groups, factions, to keep the peace.The smart ones, the ones who value knowledge and logic are in Erudite. They know everything.Amity farm the land. They’re all about kindness and harmony, always happy.Candor value honesty and order. They tell the truth even when you wish they wouldn’t.And then there’s Dauntless. They’re our protectors, our soldiers, our police. I always thought they were amazing. Brave, fearless and free. Some people think Dauntless are crazy, which they kind of are.My faction is Abnegation. The other all us “stiffs”. We lead a simple life, selfless, dedicated to helping others. We even feed the factionless, the ones who don’t fit in anywhere. Because we’re public servants we’re trusted to run the government.”
“Order,” Newt continued, “Order. You say that bloody word over and over in your shuck head. Reason we’re all sane around here is ‘cause we work our butts off and maintain order. Order’s the reason we put Ben out – can’t very well have loonies runnin’ around tryin’ to kill people, now can we? Order. Last thing we need is you screwin’ that up.” [inspired by x]
Divergent scenes: Daunteless.
And then there’s dauntless. They’re our protectors, our soldiers, our police. I always thought they were amazing. Brave, fearless and free. Some people think dauntless are crazy, which they kind of are.
[…] If Caleb wasn’t fit for Abnegation, how can I be? But what choice do I have, now that he left us and I’m the only one who remains? He left me no other option.
I set my jaw. I will be the child that stays; I have to do this for my parents. I have to.
Marcus offers me my knife. […] I turn toward the bowls. Dauntless fire and Abnegation stones are both on my left, one in front of my shoulder and on behind. I hold the knife in my right hand and touch the blade to my palm. Gritting my teeth, I drag the blade down. It stings, but I barely notice. I hold both hands to my chest, and my next breath shudders on the way out. I open my eyes and thrust m arm out. My blood drips onto the carpet between the two bowls. Then, with a grasp I can’t contain, I shift my hand forward, and my blood sizzles on the coals.
I am selfish. I am brave.