[Gently, he tries to pry himself out of Tris's arms. It's not that he hates him. It's not that he can even sustain the kind of betrayed rage he felt when he first realised what and who he was. But he can't get over the anger entirely, he can't banish the queasy half-guilty, half-used feeling, and the fact still remains that the closer he is to Tristan, the close his thoughts and those of his other self align.]
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[Gently, he tries to pry himself out of Tris's arms. It's not that he hates him. It's not that he can even sustain the kind of betrayed rage he felt when he first realised what and who he was. But he can't get over the anger entirely, he can't banish the queasy half-guilty, half-used feeling, and the fact still remains that the closer he is to Tristan, the close his thoughts and those of his other self align.]
I'll be fine right here.