We're all watching the Stiff - Tris - battle it out with Molly.  I can tell that she's upset, because she looks fiercer and more on point than usual.  She's getting lots of hits in, allowing us all to see just how sloppy Molly's fighting technique is.  Of course I was already able to see it, but I am smarter than most of the people in here.

I watch closely as she almost tears Molly apart.  She goes for her face and in seconds her nose is bloody and most likely broken.  She gets in a few more punches before I can't take it anymore.  As much as I'd love to see Molly messed up, the Abnegation part of me won't let it happen.

I rush to the mat they're fighting on and grab her arms to restrain her.  She puts up a bit of a fight.

"Stop." I tell her firmly.  "You won." 

But she can't seem to think what she did is enough.

I have to fight her tooth and nail to get her to my room.  Once inside, I sort of fling her on my bed, and she somehow manages to land on her butt.  I then close my door and lock it.

"Tris, you realize that the fight is over.  You've done enough damage." I tell her, approaching my bed slowly.

"Why should you care how much damage I do to her?  Eric doesn't." She asks, wiping the little bit of blood off her mouth from one of the few hits that Molly got in.

I'm not Eric.  I almost say, slightly offended that she suspects me to be just like Eric.  

But instead I say, "We don't want you seriously injuring anyone, just learning how to defend yourself."

Abruptly, she stands up and walks towards me.  When she's a few inches away, she looks up at me, staring me down.  "Four, that doesn't seem like something a Dauntless-Born would say."

I almost scowl.  So I've almost blown my cover.

"You have to understand, we don't want you going out and killing everyone just because you know how.  Remember, we train soldiers." I'm trying to sound calm, but it's not working.

Then she does something that surprises me.

She gets all up close and personal, and I have the sudden impulse to kiss her.

I immediately dismiss the thought to prevent my face from going soft.

Later. I tell myself, You'll kiss her later.