I spend the rest of the afternoon wandering around the Pit, taking in the differences between Dauntless and Abnegation life. Everyone here is so noisy, so free to do whatever they want. I walk by the tattoo parlor where several Dauntless are looking at the designs displayed on the walls. Would I ever be brave enough to get a tattoo?

The mere thought of willingly having someone stick a needle inside me makes me nauseous. I walk past a booth that displays a wide array of knives, and spot Eric, who is apparently admiring the weapons.

I try to get away as quickly as possible before he sees me, but I don't succeed. "Matt. Good to see you." The tone of his voice makes it clear that he's lying. "Likewise." Eric picks up one of the knives and examines it.

"I'm thinking of buying one of these. What do you think of this one?" I look at it. It's small, but as deadly as any other, I'm sure. "It's nice." Eric turns to the Dauntless member in charge of the booth. "I'll take this one." He nods at me. "Thanks for the tip, Matt." After purchasing the knife, he walks away, whistling. I groan. Why, oh why did I agree to go out with this guy's girlfriend?