Hold hands. That’s what you’re meant to do. Keep doing that and don’t let go. That’s the secret.
"I have lived many ages of men, Steven. Centuries without end. I have seen many great men, and known countless honors. But the greatest honor of this ancient and tired soul has been the privilege of fighting beside you, and calling you my friend. May grace and peace be with you, to the end of all things." -Thor"From the moment I met Thor, I knew him to be something special. Realized that be he man or God, his heart was formed of an iron will and courage no other could match. His was a spirit unequaled, a nobility surpassing that of any king. Because of those factors, I never thought this day possible. An Avenger… The King— has fallen." -Steve Rogers
I stand facing the person who helped me. My eyes twitch up, just for a second, to see his face. Tobias, as blank-faced as the rest of them. Was I wrong? Is he not Divergent? Tears spark behind my eyes, and I blink then back as I turn away from him.
People crowd into the car around me, so we stand in four rows, shoulder-to-shoulder. And then something peculiar happens: fingers laced with mine, and a palm presses to my palm.
Tobias is holding my hand.