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He remembered the days after the test better than he did the day of his test. However, he always remembered his result. Candor, they said, the words seemingly echoing through the small white room. It would be good to remove himself from Amity, the way they just glided over honestly sickened him. The entire HUA Disgusted him. Not that his opinion mattered, he'd never have any say.
His thought was interrupted by the man in front of him.

"The results don't mean everything. Pick where you would be happy to live your life."

The first thought to cross James was "Bullshit". Unfortunately, it was also exactly what came out of his mouth at the very same moment. Although, in the following days, his words made their way into his head. "Would I be happy in Candor? Is it where I belong? Is it what I need?".

The answer was always the same. "How the hell do I know." Then he started thinking. What did everyone else have to offer? He had always held a respect for Dauntless, they were, tough. Had a sort of swagger about them that nobody else could match. Everyone admired them, no matter who you belonged to.

So, on that day, just a few years ago, he stood, he cut his hand, and he made his choice. "Amity". His family needed him.

Now look at him. Dauntless, happy as a pig in shit.

“Brielle Grey." Skinny, looked bookish. This one would be hard to train, see if she's got the mind for this.

"Ciara Jensen" Small. Agile. Would make a good recon or a scout, preferrably in a small unit.

"Rosalyn Omeil." Looked like a good fighter, see if she really is.

"Elijah Blair." Not to big, not too small. Good size for a pointman.

He just looked at Trent, and smiled. Let's see what we end up with this year.