He hesitates, then turns to you. "I think I can trust you," he says, shaking his head. "Drew is on the verge of getting cut."
You nod, remembering the board, how Peter slowly melted away. "Wish there was something we can do."
Peter's eyes turn to green steel, hardening. "I have to do what it takes," he says, fingers wrapping around something in his pocket. "Me, Molly, and Drew, we're all we have. I can't let him be factionless, and for some reason, we can't let you-" his breath hitches and he stops, as if realizing what he's saying. "We think you could help us."
Your eyes go wide as you realize what he's saying. "You mean-"
"Yes," he says, looking away. "I'm going to take out Edward tonight, and then we're going to sneak around tomorrow and see what the Dauntless-born scores are tomorrow. If they're bad..."
He trails off. You feel a sickening twist in your stomach.
Peter huffs a sharp breath. "Then we do what we have to do."
"Where do I come in?" you say warily.
"Help us," Peter says, showing you a dinner knife. "Not tonight, I don't want anyone else to have to do that. But tomorrow, when we try and find the Dauntless barracks, and that night, too, if we have to do anything-"
You nod. You have your answer, and you tell it to him.
If you told him yes, remember that for later.
If you told him no, remember that for later.
Either way, advance to 83.
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