Chapter 12

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Tobias POV:

After Tris remembered the net we brought her to the initiates room. Christina showed her her bunk, and all of her friends. Tris was having trouble remembering after the net, it's enough for today anyway, but I thought Id show her the training room.

We get there and she must remember a little because she shivers, but still has a smile. She walks over to the circle, and stands on one side of it. I decide to just watch, like I did in initiation. She stands there for a few seconds. She looks back me, then puts her hands up. At first I don't know why, but then I see. She's In fighting position.

I resist the urge to run over and grab her in my arms. She's trying so hard to remember, but she doesn't remember any of us very much yet, so I should keep my distance.

Tris walks over to the punching bags and begins to hit some. She isn't as flimsy as in initiation, definitely not as weak, but I decide to help her out a little. I walk over and put my hand a little above her right hip. "Keep tension here" I say, but I am distracted by the fact that she's letting me touch her. I want to say she's weak, and that she should use her elbows, like I did before, but that would just make her mad now if she didn't remember. "Follow me" I say. I lead her to the knife room.

"Remember Al? Or Peter?" I ask. "They sound familiar." She says. "We'll Peter was a jerk, and Al was..." I pause to find the right words "a big fluffy teddy bear" I say, laughing after so I don't sound effensive. She giggles a little. She takes a knife, and throws it at the board. She definitely forgot how to do that. I grab a knife and motion her to watch me. Inhale, bring back, exhale, throw. It hits the board, but on the side, not the middle. I didn't want her to think I was a show off. She does it without a knife a few times, and then with one but doesn't throw. When she does throw, it hits the board.

I bring her back home, her head is probably killing her from all this remembering. She goes to bed, but I stay up for a while thinking. What if it takes forever for her memory to come back? What if it doesn't at all?

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