She didn't belong. Not where she'd been born at least. Five Factions. Erudite, Amity, Candor, Abnegation, Dauntless. The test tells them where they belong, where they fit in. Her results left her with a choice. Stay with what she knows, or go somewhere else.
He knew his place. Where he belonged. His choice was simple, though his results were interesting. He kept his head clear, focusing only on not becoming Factionless. Until someone seemed to throw him off track.
Remember: Faction Before Blood.
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