Above is the very poorly directed and scripted version of this scene in the Insurgent movie...No wonder I remember absolutely NONE of it....>.>

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Niles opens the black box and there are two syringes filled with blue liquid attached to needles attended for Tris and I.

He pulls an antiseptic wipe out of his pocket and gives it to me. I almost laugh. I've injected needles into myself so many times I wouldn't be surprised if my neck is immune to pain now.

"The injection site is your neck." He says. I wipe the antiseptic over my neck and he takes one of the needles out and plunges it into my neck.

I can practically feel the Serum coursing through my veins.

Suddenly I can hardly breathe and I feel unsteady on my feet.

Somehow I find myself sitting in one of the chairs in the middle of the circle and I instantly start sweating.

I try to scan the room but it ends up taking longer than I expect it to because of the heavy feeling in my head.

My thoughts are all mushed together and I can't think straight.

But then I spot Tris across the room,and I know that I'll be okay.

I hang my head, averting the dark-skinned guy's, Niles I think, eyes.

I will get through this alright.

"I will ask you several simple questions just so the Serum can take its full effect." Niles says. "What is your name?"

Almost instantly I feel the Serum working against my natural instinct to evade questions like this especially from strangers.

But I'm fighting it also. It's hard, but I'm succeeding so far.

"Four." I answer.

"That's a nickname. What is your real name?"

I don't know if this is even possible, but I feel like my brain is shriveling slightly. I can't think correctly and I feel like I might throw up.

"Tobias." I say through gritted teeth.

"What are your parents names?" Niles asks calmly.

I start to resist again. A piece of me already feels gone from revealing my name. I will be fully broken open in front of these people.

I can't have that happen.

"Why is this relevant?" I spat at him.

"Maybe it wasn't before, Tobias, but it is now that you have evaded the question. Now, what are the names of your parents?" He's still just as calm as ever.

"Evelyn and Marcus Eaton."

Almost as soon as I say this, whispers of recognition erupt from the crowd.

This is not going well.

"So you are a Faction transfer are you not?" He asks once everyone calms down.

"Yes." I glare at him.

"And got transferred from Abnegation to Dauntless?"

"Yes." I sneer.  He doesn't even flinch. In fact he seems to expect this from me. I'm so sick of this. How much more will I have to reveal. "Isn't that obvious?"

"The purpose of this interview is to determine your loyalties." He says, oblivious to me shooting daggers into his eyes. "So I must ask: Why did you transfer?"

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I can't share this. It will break everything apart. I clamp my mouth back shut, but almost immediately after I feel my breaths quicken and my ability to resist the Serum goes down a notch.

"The purpose of this question is to learn the extent of your loyalty to your chosen Faction. So I'll ask again, why did you transfer to Dauntless Tobias?"

It is much harder to resist when he asks a second time. The Serum has the answer to his question in its clutches and it's ready to fire them through my mouth at full speed. I want to resist but it's  squeezing my insides to point where I feel like I might burst.

"To protect myself." The words rush out of my mouth and when I look at Niles I can tell that he's satisfied.

"To protect yourself from what?"

A shudder runs through me when I hear him ask the one question I prayed he wouldn't.

But I know that if I resist for too long, he'll ask again when will make it even more painful for me.

So I make a choice.

"My father." As soon as I say the words I do my best to make sure my face shows little to no emotion. I can't let the crowd see my weakness, then they will think even less of me.

"Thank you for your honesty." They all say simotaneously. I feel my muscles relax at their words.

But it doesn't erase the fact that my secret has been revealed. That it is now out in the open that Four is a coward.

I sit back in the chair.

But Niles isn't done yet.

"Does your allegiance with your current Faction, Tobias?" He asks.

I take little to no time answering. "My allegiance lies with anyone who does not support the attack on Abnegation."

"Speaking of which, I think we should go over what happened that day. What do your remember about being under the simulation?"

"I didn't think it would work at first because of the fact that I'm Divergent-" Niles cuts me off.

"You didn't think it would work?" He seems confused.

"One of the defining characteristics of the Divergent is their ability to resist simulations." I say, surprised he wasn't aware of that. "And I am Divergent. So no. I didn't think it would work."

I look up and see several people whispering to each other with surprising looks on their faces, as if being Divergent meant you had a superpower or something.  

Soon those whispers change to shouts of disdain and contempt as more people begin spreading the information and whatever rumors they've heard.

Niles turns around and shouts, "If you don't quiet down, you will be asked to leave!"

I only takes several seconds before silence returns and Niles resumes.

"Now," he says, facing me again, "When you say 'resistant to simulations', what do you mean?"

This is much easier, talking about the facts about the Divergent rather than the fact that I am.

"Usually, it means we're aware during simulations," I begin, remembering all that my instructor - Amar - taught me and all I've found out over the years. "But the attack simulation was different, using a different kind of Serum with long-range transmitters. Evidently, the long-range transmitters didn't work on the Divergent at all, because I woke up my own person that day."

Niles nods and takes a minute to speak again.

"The video footage from Dauntless headquarters shows you under the simulation and holding the simulation fluid, fighting against Tris who was trying to stop it. How do you explain that?"

Just stick to the facts. I tell myself.

"When you're under a simulation, you can still see and feel, just in all the wrong ways.  The nature of this new simulation was that it recorded my emotional response to outside stimuli." I keep going over the fight Tris and I had when she had to almost shoot herself for me to come out of the Sim. "and responded by shutting the simulation down. Really, I was just receiving instructions about how to keep it running."

I glance around the room and notice most of the people nodding their heads.  I let out a sigh of relief.  

They believe me.

"We have seen footage from the control room but it's quite confusing.  Will you please describe it to us?" I know it's not a question - more like a suggestive command.

"Someone came in and I thought it was a Dauntless soldier trying to hurt Jeanine, so I started fighting her,"  I wince slightly, remembering what I did to her. "and then she stopped and I got confused. Why would she surrender? Why didn't she just kill me?"

I search out Tris's face in the crowd. When I spot her, I meet her eyes and we just stare at each other.

"I still don't understand how she knew it'd work."

I'm remembering the moment she pointed the gun at her head and grabbed my face gently and told me to look at her, snapping me out of the Simulation.

"I recognized her, ultimately." Tris.  My girl Tris. "And then we took down the rest of the guards and stopped the Simulation."

"What is the name of this person?" Niles asks.

"Tris." Then I realize that he probably wants her real name. "Beatrice Prior, I mean."

"Did you know her before this happened?" 

"Yes."

"How did you know her?"

"I was her instructor." I almost smile at her but stop myself. "Now we're together."

Murmurs don't erupt from the crowd like I half-way expected them to, but at least now they no that she is mine and I am hers and no one can take us from each other.

"I have a final question," Niles states. "among the Candor, before someone can get accepted into our community, they have to completely open up to us." My spirits instantly sink and I look away from Tris. How much more of myself will I have to give to them? "Given the dire circumstances we are in, we require the same from you. So tell us Tobias Eaton, what are your deepest regrets?"

It's not as bad as answering the other questions, but I still don't want to reveal it.

But I don't have much of a choice.

"I regret.." I try to stall, but the words seem to seep out of my mouth anyway, "I regret my choice."

"What choice?"

I take a deep breath.

"Dauntless," I say, trying in vain to calm down. "I was born for Abnegation. In fact, I was planning on leaving Dauntless and becoming Factionless, but then I met her..."

It's hard to form this decision into words.

"I felt like perhaps I could make something more of my decision."

I picture her in my head, the First Jumper. She's changed so much since then, and so have I, but it doesn't change my past, my weakness.

"Choosing Dauntless to escape my father was an act of cowardice.  I regret that cowardice. It means I am not worthy of my Faction. I will always regret it."

No one says anything.  The entire room stays so silent I can hear my labored breathing slow as the time passes.  

No one says squat about the man who some of them call friend, the man who was a coward, the man who never did belong with them.

All is silent.

Until...

"Thank you for your honesty." It comes from the very back of the room, and soon all of them are saying it over and over again. 

"Thank you for you honesty."

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