It's been a couple days here; torturous. Emma and I haven't really gotten much to eat, so we're both pretty hungry. But I would rather feed her than myself in a heartbeat.

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"Emma," I whisper, noticing that she is standing beside me, tears streaming down her face. She had taken a nap a little while ago, and she woke up sad again. I scoop her up and set her in my lap. I kiss her on the forehead and she calms down a little.

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Her stomach growls and she points to it, looking down. She looks back up at me miserably, her eyes red.

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"You're hungry," I whisper, picking her up, shifting her onto my hip and walking to the door.

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"Hey!" I yell out to the guards. They look back at me, not moving their bodies.

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"She's hungry," I yell, shifting the little girl on my hip. "Give her something to eat!" They just look at me as if I'm not speaking at all, and then turn back around.

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Emma lets out another whimper, and I press her close to my shoulder. "I know," I whisper into her ear. "I'm hungry too."

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"Someone's HUNGRY?" Edgar asks, gliding up towards the door. "Well, looks like we're going to have to feed them," he smirks.

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I scowl at him. "And she needs a new diaper, too," I say. "But don't you even think about taking her out of here without allowing me to come with, too. I won't let you hurt her."

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Edgar opens the door, the guards immediately blocking it behind him so I can't escape. "Hm," he says, crossing his arms and walking up closely to Emma. "Hello there, little girl," he says with a grin.

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She looks up at him warily and he picks her right up out of my arms. "Hey-" I start, but Edgar has already taken her out of the room.

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"We'll get you some foodies and a new diaper too," Edgar says to her, in a mock tone. I scowl. Emma whimpers, and he takes her into the next room.

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I listen intently near the door, and I don't hear any howling. He comes back ten minutes later, Emma looking a little happier as she holds onto a piece of bread. She looks at me and reaches her arms out.

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Edgar is about to bring her towards the door, but then he stops mid-walk. "Oh, wait," he says. "I forgot to do something."

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He drops her on the ground right then, and she falls flat onto the concrete. She screams.

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I bang on the glass as hard as I can, but I cannot break it. "Now, don't you be rowdy," Edgar says over my yelling.

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"Give her back!" I yell, as Emma lies desolate on the ground. I see that her lip is cracked and is bleeding. Edgar laughs, yanks Emma up by the arm, opens the door and throws her into the room. I catch her just in time.

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She sobs into my shoulder, and I rub her back. The poor girl was starving, and now she's wounded....

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"That'll teach her a lesson not to whine," Edgar sneers, walking away.

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"Emma," I whisper angrily, pulling her back. "I am so sorry."

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I check her for wounds. She has a split lip, and her elbows are scraped. Other than that, she seems to be okay. I wipe the tears from her eyes and rock her in my lap.

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"Do you want to nap now?" I ask her, combing my hand through her tiny wisps of hair. She sighs and closes her eyes, me kissing the top of her head.

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A couple minutes later, I hear them. Gunshots. I hear distant yelling in the hallway. Somebody's here.

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I wonder if it's Tris. Maybe she finally learned who David truly was. Maybe she actually does care about Emma and I. Who knows.

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I know it's unhealthy to get my hopes up.

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"Emma," I whisper to the little one sleeping in my lap. She opens her eyes slowly and looks up at me. "I need you to hold onto me, okay?"

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"Dada," she says quietly, gripping onto my shoulder. I stand up, whisking her on my hip, and pull out the black band that I had took from Edgar a day ago when he decided to torture me. He may be a fighter, but he's definitely not Erudite- he didn't even notice that his factionless band was missing.

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I unlock the door with the black band and the guards turn around. But they aren't quick enough- I kick both of them to the ground, stomping on them until they black out. Emma looks around warily, and I rub her back. She nestles her head closely into my shoulder.

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Then I see her running down the hallway. Her shoulder-length hair, her determined stature. I see her running towards us, worried. I see Tris.

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She runs straight up to me and kisses me full on the mouth. I kiss her back, harder; I needed this. I can't believe she's actually here. She DOES care about me. Us.

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"Tobias," she whispers, putting her hand onto my shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe I trusted him over you."

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"Took you a couple days," I huff, as Emma lifts her head up and looks at Tris.

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"They weren't just going to drug Emma. They're planning on giving the memory serum to the whole city," Tris explains. "They wanted to use it on everybody. They wanted to bring the faction system back. I couldn't let that happen. I especially couldn't let you forget about me. I came back here because you were right, and.. We need to stop the memory serum."

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"Let's go," I huff. "I know where Evelyn's desk is."

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Once we're there, I bang on the door. "EVELYN!" I yell. "OPEN! IT'S AN EMERGENCY!"

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She walks up to the glass door and looks at us, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Tobias?" She asks. "You came back. But I don't know if I can trust you, now. I'm not sure." She spies Emma on my shoulder and frowns.

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"Mrs. Johnson, Evelyn, Tobias' mom," Tris huffs. "Outside the wall is dangerous. Peter is coming to release memory serum. You have to help, now-"

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"How should I know whether to believe you?" Evelyn asks, crossing her arms and staring at Tris.

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I clear my throat. "Mom," I say. Evelyn's eyes go wide as she registers the fact that I've called her mom: the first time in almost 15 years. "We went across the wall. There's a place called the Bureau. They want to instill the faction system back into the city again. You need to trust me. I came back to warn you; I couldn't stay there. They were going to drug this little girl," I explain, rubbing Emma's back as she stares at Evelyn. "You don't understand. You need to."

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She just looks at me. "Tobias..." she says.

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"Please," I say. "Mom."

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She stares at me for a minute, but then decides to open the door. Tris and I walk in.

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"We need to stop Peter the second he gets here," I explain to Evelyn. "He's going to try to manipulate you. You can't listen to him. It's going to damage the city."

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"God knows I don't want the faction system instilled in this place again," Evelyn says. "When he comes in here, I'll shoot him."

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"Too late," says a voice, right behind Tris. She freezes, her eyes wide. I see a gun pointed to her head, Peter's hand gripping it tightly.

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I hear a bang.