"…"
Davis didn't know what to say to that statement.
He would rather punch an unwilling party to inflict emotional damage rather than punch a willing party.
However, the Celestial Transcendent continued, his gaze gentle.
"You're enduring well for a young man. Most of them would've lost control by now and flew into a rage only to be killed. How many Divergents died that way when they had a chance to escape? I'm not sure. But we're all humans. You are bound to make a mistake somewhere. I'm hoping you would just make a mistake and have your soul scatter so I wouldn't have to personally deal with you, and the others won't have to suffer from your retaliation."
"If only Divergents weren't born, and you're nothing but a brat with bad luck, but we're not living in such a world, so forgive me. I can't get justice for you."
"I know." Davis calmly replied.
