WAKE WITH his name in my mouth.
Will.
Before I open my eyes, I watch him crumple to the pavement again. Dead.
My doing.
Tobias crouches in front of me, his hand on my left shoulder. The train car bumps over the rails, and Marcus, Peter, and Caleb stand by
the doorway. I take a deep breath and hold it in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure that is building in my chest.
An hour ago, nothing that happened felt real to me. Now it does.
I breathe out, and the pressure is still there.
“Tris, come on,” Tobias says, his eyes searching mine. “We have to jump.”
It is too dark to see where we are, but if we are getting off, we are probably close to the fence. Tobias helps me to my feet and guides
me toward the doorway.
не ну я не могу. У них там стиль написания - копирка? отрывочные , сухие фразы и мысли. В Делириуме тоже так встречается, хотя она и пытается разбавить описаниями, но вот в Дивергенте/Инсургенте прям аж прет этим стилем. Будто Китнисс вдруг переехала в Чикаго и стала Бесстрашной