All for You.

Chapter 30 - Answers

Chapter 30 - Answers

— Tris

"What the actual hell!" I hear Uriah storming through the ambassador hallway upset.

I wonder what it is this time.

"Uriah!" I yell as I hear his footsteps grow closer.

He's heavy on his feet; much heavier than his brother's steps. He also drags his feet when he walks, the heel of his foot, not the toe.

"Did you know about this?" He says holding up an erudite newspaper while leaning on the frame of the door. The magnetic whiteboard I have on there to write notes and information on goes crashing to the ground as his weight touches a corner of it. "Sorry," he bends and picks it up, holding it in his hand.

"It does that all the time. What are you all pissed about?"

"The trains!"

"Yeah, the trains are still trains. Uriah I don't see the problem."

"They stop!"

"What?" I ask, somewhat baffled.

It's always been Dauntless culture to use the trains that do not stop. Running and jumping to get on and off of them is one of the only things the Dauntless have had left from the old city.

"The board of leaders decided that it was right for all members of the city to be able to use them no matter what shape they are in. What bullshit! Those are our trains and we don't even get a say!"

"Uriah, chill," Lynn comes up behind him resting a hand on his shoulder. "What stick is so far up your ass to have you this angry? Go eat some Amity bread or something."

"We don't get to jump on and off the trains anymore," He pushes the paper in her hands for her to read.

"They're making designated stops," she reads from the paper.

"It's bullshit!"

"If you scream the word bullshit one more time I'm going to show you what real bullshit is," she says in her bitchy tone.

"Won't take forever to get everyone on and off though?" I think of my childhood and taking the community bus to school. It use to take a solid two minutes at each stop for people to pack onto the bus, and for people on the bus to move seats and give up their own.

"Probably," Lynn comments blandly, still reading the paper.

"Uriah, think about it. I mean, it's not the worst thing in the world. I mean, Tris, you haven't been able to take the train since you've been back. Shauna hasn't been strong enough to take the train except for if she's having a really good day, and that's after that medicine they invented for her four years or so ago."

"You do have a point," I think about being able to actually be on the train again.

It's still not ever going to be the same as the rush of running to get on, fingers slipping on the rail to pull the door open, then only to pull yourself inside to be jumping out of it again, crashing to the ground.

"Ok, touché. I'm still not going to be over the moon about it." He snatches the paper back from Lynn and storms down the hall.

"Someone's on his man-period," Lynn chuckles once he's far enough away. I roll my eyes and give her a laugh of satisfaction.

"What do you do in this office all day anyways?" She shuffles a very gnawed tennis ball of Indy's around on the ground with her foot.

"I'm only here every other day, and it's emails and paperwork. Other factions send stuff to us, we send stuff to them, they want to meet with us, we tell them we need to meet with them. A lot of the ambassadors are just around for visiting week and have other jobs on the side."