It's interesting, to look back now and wonder how anyone could have gotten away with structuring an entire city's population the way the Bureau structured Chicago. How Tris' bravery and determination helped to undermine the entire organization. I have no idea what's become of Chicago now, knowing that the Bureau has been stopped but winding up here in Darrow, myself. All I know is what's become of Tris.

"That just about sums it up," I nod. "Your world sounds like it's similarly impossible. Nice to know there are multiple, fucked up worlds out there." It's strangely comforting, knowing people have suffered in the same way I have. Misery loves company, or just the downtrodden and abused.

"It lasted a good while, anyway," I say. "A couple of decades, give or take. I got here after the entire system, both within and outside of the city, fell apart."

"How about you? Your world still in tact?"