my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
“Yeah, well,” I say. “I left Abnegation because I wasn’t selfless enough, no matter how hard I tried to be.”
“That’s not entirely true.” He smiles at me. “That girl who let someone throw knives at her to spare a friend, who hit my father with a belt to protect me — that selfless girl, that’s not you?”
“It’s my choice now, no matter what the test says.
Abnegation. Dauntless. Erudite.