MARLOWE PRIOR HAD a clawing hunger that could not be satisfied with any amount of food. She knew she'd been born into the wrong faction around the same age she'd started searching for puddles to catch her reflection in. And the hunger only grew from then.
Like an insatiable pit in her stomach, Marlowe went to great lengths to satisfy these desires. But Abnegation was never enough, it would never be enough. Marlowe wanted to look at herself, she wanted to take and take and take and never give. She was so fucking tired of giving.
Marlowe wanted to be shameless, she wanted to run with Dauntless, show a little skin like they did. She was hungry for it, starved of it. Marlowe was greedy, and there was no room for greed in Abnegation, but oh how welcomed greed was in Dauntless.