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The simulations go on as they always have been, but there's something new, something that
changed, every time it's Tris's turn. Either way, I force myself to ignore it. You're her trainer, I tell
myself, Be a man.

It's been several days since I discovered Tris's Divergence, and every time I see her I can't help
but to think of how alike we are. Both Abnegations gone wrong, Divergents.

Both in danger of being caught.

I tell myself that I should go on living life as I have for the past few years but, as I said, there's
something that's changed, and now I can't seem to let the news slip between my fingers.

Today's simulation is the same as yesterday, someone holding Tris at gunpoint and forcing her to
shoot her family. It reminds me too much of my own fear of hurting innocent people, and yet both
fears are so different. I see Tris raise her head, ending my train of thought. I look down at her.

"I know the simulation isn't real," she says.

"You don't have to explain it to me," I say. "You love your family. You don't want to shoot them. Not
the most unreasonable thing in the world."

"In the simulation is the only time I get to see them," She says.

It saddens me to see the sadness in her expression. She was raised by a family that loved her and
cherished her, a family that really, well, cared. I add this to my imaginary list of differences between
her and me.

"I miss them," she continues. "You ever just…miss your family?"

Her words bring back the face that still haunts me, the face that made my life as Tobias unbearable.
My father. I can't help but to look down.

"No," I say after a while. "I don't. But that's unusual."

I watch as she stands up and walks over to the door. She places her hand on the doorknob, and
stops. She then looks back at me, and I can't help but to hold her stare.

I feel myself losing a battle between my sanity and her eyes. And her eyes are winning.

I feel my face loosen with every second that passes. I search deep into her eyes, and watch as they
form a silent question. I don't know why, but I think of her voice inside my head asking, Are you like
me?

I try to tell my eyes to answer, to tell her, Yes, I am like you, and you are not alone, but I stop trying
to form the words as she keeps looking at me. Into me. I suddenly feel very naked.

And then she opens the door and exits.

With an exhale, I place my hand to my forehead and lean on the wall. I can't keep losing myself to
her like this.

I scribble down the data that I collected from her fears and walk over to the door to let in the next,
and finally last, initiate.

"Uriah," I call, and I watch him as he stands and makes his way over. He passes through the door,
hands slightly shaking, and takes a seat. I prepare the machine like I have done for the past week
and insert the serum in his neck shortly afterwards. He is still uneasy.

"Don't worry; remember it's not real," I tell him, just as I tell the others. He nods, but his nerves are
never-changing. Finally, the serum starts to act, and I turn my attention back to the screen, pressing
the button of my stopwatch to record the time.

Uriah stands in the middle of an empty field, surrounded by a vast nothing. He turns around, eyes wide
and full of terror, and he starts running at a random direction, glancing all around him, taking in
everything his eyes can take, even though it's not much.

After a while he stops, realizing that running will take him nowhere, even though he already is
nowhere. He looks up at the sky, and endless panel of blue, unlike the gray that surrounds his feet,
and as if he triggered something by just looking up, it starts to rain.

He shields his eyes, confused, since the sky still remains blue and endless, but it still pours. He takes
his hand away from his eyes, and as soon as a drop lands near his eyes, he screams.

He starts frantically rubbing his eye, and I hear him whisper, "Gasoline?"

And I can somehow smell it now, not knowing how, but it is, in fact, gasoline. I feel my eyes widen as I
predict the outcome of his simulation.

The rain of the flammable substance suddenly stops, and from a distance, a bright light approaches
the spot where Uriah stands. He notices the light and squints to try and make out what it is. The bright
figure, a sphere, keeps approaching at a faster pace now, and his eyes widen in fear as he
realizes what it is. Fire.

Panicking, he starts to run, away from the spot where the ball of fire seems to have chosen to land,
and he silently watches as the ball of fire gets closer. Closer.

Closer…

And then the world around him erupted in flames.

As soon as the flames touched the gasoline-covered pavement, the fire kept spreading and spreading,
igniting a stronger flame with every drop of the gasoline it encountered. Uriah tries to run, but the
flames were too fast for his steady feet. Soon after the flame landed, Uriah started igniting as well,
first his feet, then his torso, and then the flames surrounded him completely.

And not even his screams were strong enough compared to the sound of the world burning.

The new ball of flame that engulfed Uriah moves quickly, his screams still ringing in my ears, even
though I watch the simulation from a screen. I turn to look behind me, and Uriah's whole body is
shaking, as if he were being overpowered by a series of spasms. I look back at the screen, and my
chest fills with a strong need to help him, but it is not in my position.

Uriah still runs around frantically. Just calm down, I think, even though I know it would be hard to do
so when your whole body burns. But, as if he can hear my thoughts, he stops, his screams ceasing
as well. And then a sound I didn't imagine I would hear rumbles through the noise of the flames.
Thunder.

I look up at the fake sky, and sure enough, an army of clouds suddenly blocks the blue of the endless
sky.

And then it starts to rain.

The drops of water that drop out of the sky are endless, but after several heart beats, the flames
begin to disappear. I can see Uriah now. He is on the ground, in fetal position, sucking in as much
breaths as he can take, his body clean as it first was, as if the flames never touched him.

The rain overpowers the flames, and soon enough, the ground is flame-free.

The screen turns black, and behind me Uriah wakes up with a start, hyperventilating.

I sigh, and rub my eyes with my fingers. Another Divergent; has to be.

I stop the stopwatch and move over to his side, and he looks at me, his eyes full of fear and relief.

"That was good, Uriah," is the only thing I manage to say. He looks at me like I'm crazy, and opens
his mouth as if to speak, but instead he buries his face in his hands. I place my hand on his shoulder.

"Uriah, I need you to answer truthfully. Are you Divergent?"

And at this he looks up, eyes wildly open, full of a new kind of fear.

"How do you know?" I hear him say.

"How else would you have the power to bring a rainstorm when the sky was that blue," I say.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, just be careful with how you manage your simulations next time."

Uriah stays silent for a moment, and he nods before making his way to the door, still shaking.
I take pad where I track each initiation, and in a new page I write Uriah's name, a description of
the simulation, leaving out the part of the storm, and writing down the total time.

Four minutes.