[ She did make it through the night, she wants to say, we both did, even though they always said it couldn't be done. But the response sticks in her throat, eyes shifting away. They'd made it through that night. But Christina hadn't made it to the Right Arm.

It's hard to let the thought go, and the ones that follow it. ]

Mostly that was true for us too. But I guess some people just hate each other, no matter what's in the rules. [ Now her eyes are on the horizon too. So long as she has something to focus on, she can avoid looking back. She won't argue with him, even though she thinks it must've been the same in every maze - everyone lost some people to the way others felt, or the way they felt themselves. Not everyone who died did it because they were stung. Even though she notes the way Thomas sounds as he says those words, like they're something he's carved deep into his memory, Tris chooses not to remark. She sighs, instead, her next words coming out flippant. ]

Well, that's the story of how we proved it's possible to survive a night in the maze. [ She shifts forward, her forearms on her knees as she looks out. ]

Obviously most days weren't that crazy.