"Oh, absolutely delightful, I assure you," I reply, my tone just as sardonic as his. The Chicago I left behind had only just made a giant step towards progress; the city itself still recovering from the senseless, bloody ravages of war raging through it. In the end, the subjects of the experiment had won, but at a significant cost. I try not to think of Tris' body lying prone. Of Uriah. Of everyone I've lost because of the madness of my world.

"Not end of the world for us," I explain. "Just after a war trying to improve human genes that ultimately only damaged them. And then they created the city experiments to try and clean up their mess."

"Your place sounds just as joyful," I observe with an arched brow.