Aptitude Test Day!
Once Beatrice got into the Aptitude Test, I could see why she was afraid of what might happen. They took her into an intimidating room that she's never been in before (used specifically for the Aptitude Test) with mirrors covering the walls (which she is not used to) and have her sit in a reclined chair (in a vulnerable position) and ask her to drink an unfamiliar vial of clear liquid (umm... suspicious much?).
"Drink this." she says.
"What is it?" My throat feels swollen. I swallow hard.
"What's going to happen?
"Can't tell you that. Just trust me."
I press air from my lungs and tip the contents of the vial into my mouth. My eyes close.
Once the test started, Beatrice got put in all these scenarios meant, I'm assuming, to test her responses to different situations, and to see what faction most lined up with her responses--to test her nature in the most real way possible, to see if it's in her nature to live a certain way.
She had responses that definitely did not line up with her Abnegation upbringing, exhibiting bravery, submission, and cunningness.
"If you know him," he says in a low voice, "you could save me. You could save me!"
I narrow my eyes. "Well," I say. I set my jaw. "I don't."
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