Tag: Divergenthumor

Four flips the gun in this hand, presses the barrel to Peter’s forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. “Wake. Up,” Four snaps. “You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.

Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives.

Moths,” repeats Will. “You’re afraid of moths?” “Not just a cloud of moths,” she says, “like…a swarm of them. Everywhere. All those wings and legs and…” She shudders and shakes her head.”Terrifying,” Will says with mock seriousness. “That’s my girl. Tough as cotton balls.””Oh, Shut up.