You turn to follow Tris, then hear a voice behind you. "Wait!"
You turn around to find Peter, rubbing his arm and looking suddenly self-conscious. "I think I can trust you," he says, shaking his head.
There's an awkward pause. He scowls, glaring down at the floor. Then, in barely more than a whisper: "Molly is on the verge of getting cut."
You nod. "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 her 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. "We have to do what it takes."
You feel a sickening twist in your stomach.
"Where do I come in?" you say warily.
"Help us," Peter says, nodding to you. "Tonight, 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 106.
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