[This is how it should be, this is his. Ariel as he always wanted him, an Ariel that's innocent and sweet and not a monster and somehow it feels empty at times. He loves this Ariel, he really really does, he's a good boy. He's the same Ariel with a new personality that's all. And Tris will never get over the twisted sense of triumph and sick feeling when he thinks about it.]

[Which is more lately, with Ariel growing up and looking more like Tris' memories of him, day by day filling out, face maturing, and Tris doesn't have to wonder how his body is developing and he knows it's terrible that he doesn't, and he shouldn't think about it.]

[He trails his fingers down Ariel's jaw and tilts his head up to meet his eyes.]

That's right, we belong together.