Simulations | "what if it was all a simulation..." | After Allegiant

6.

"Some things are hard to let go of."

Tris was standing in the courtyard of Erudite admiring the clean cute bushes and freshly pruned flowers. Earlier, Will promised never to speak of what happened in the alleyway. Tris knew it would make her look weak, desperate, un-courageous. Everything she felt, yet everything She choose not to be. Everything she thought she put behind her at the choosing ceremony.

Tris was heading towards the front glass doors of the library building: Erudite accompanied by Will, when he said the first spoken words since his comforting whispers, "Are you sure you want to visit your brother?"

She replied hastily, not knowing why She was heading to the blue faction anyways, "Yea I guess so... I need to try to put behind me what the simulation did. The only way I can do that is by facing the facts: that everything is normal."

Will chuckled, "One: nothing us normal and Two:" his face grew solemn, "You know your brother won't know much about what happened. I bet he heard rumors, but probably not the entire story."

Tris glared at Will from the corner of her eyes, "Well more normal than what I 'dreamed' of, and finally a person who won't be excessively talking about me." Will shook his head and rolled his eyes.

When they were finally inside the building, after moments of staring at the front doors, Will tried to lighten the mood, "Hm... maybe we should check in between 'Asylums' and 'Closet Monsters' to check if 'Tris Prior' is there. What do you think?" He grinned, trying to get Tris to show a bit of a smile.

Ignoring his sarcastic remarks, but hiding the little smile that graced her lips, Tris went straight to the front desk, "Do you know where I can find Caleb Prior?" What looked like the head librarian looked up from her book and tilted her glasses down opening her mouth to speak.

Another voice interrupted from behind Tris, "Why are you here Beatrice?" 

Tris sucked in a breath, and turned around coming face-to-face with her brother, "To find you."

Caleb glanced around the room, eyes starting to peel from their books to the siblings, "You can't be here Tris," his eyes laid upon Will, "and why is he here?" 

"That doesn't matter, and I came because I really need to get things straight," she finished.

Caleb pulled her aside to another room leaving the dauntless Will by himself and out of place, as the black sheep in the sea of blue. "Things straight? Like how you were in a simulation about a rebellion? and Murder of 'Divergents'? Do you know how absurd that sounds?"

Tris looked straight at Caleb, not caring as tears threatened to water the clear floors, "I know Caleb. That's why I'm here, to figure things out. I need to see that everything is fine... Can you understand? Not as Caleb the Erudite, but as Caleb son of Andrew Prior and Natalie Prior and-" she stuttered, "sister of Beatrice Prior.

Caleb placed his hand on her cheek, "Tris, I'm sorry, but I don't understand. And I don't have time to figure out your mental problems. If you need a shoulder to cry on, go to Amity."

Tris bit her lip and smiled, shaking her head, "This was such a waste going here," she looked coldly into his eyes, but his eyes were now fixed elsewhere.

"Yes it was, now if we're done here, I have business to attend to."

"I guess we are." Tris started to leave the room, when Caleb  grabbed her shoulders from behind, and turned her around, changing his mind and saying, "You need to let go Tris. From a brother to a sister, you need to let it all go." He then looked over her shoulder and slightly nodded.

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