"I don't remember saying that you gave up your magic," she said, smirking. "You might've been stripped of your magic, though."

"Oh that makes sense, you were stuck in a box for fifty years, that's the only way you could ever like Astra." Tris retorted to Nic.

"Oh yeah, me being stripped of my magic, what about you, have you been stripped of your magic."

"Contrary to popular belief I already liked her before getting stuffed in a box." Nicote retorted.

"Of course not," she said, willing her hand to burst into flames. "But I've seen it happen before. Usually after they meddled in a form of magic they weren't supposed to know about, or when they were conducting some sort of experiment."

"I never said that. I mean, I do hate doctors, but there's nothing wrong with anti-depressants." Axel responded.

"Oh really, then something is just wrong with your head." Tris said.

"I don't see anyone liking you." Astra retorted.

"Excuse you," Tris said. "Love is pathetic.

He turned around done talking to Astra, which Astra was alright with. "Oh so your one of those boring people with no imagination who just use their powers for what they think is 'right'"

He frowned at Axel, "Wait what was the whole point of that conversation then."

"I believe he may be woozy in the head." Nicote said quietly to Astra.

"You said my ability was inhumane. I was telling you it wasn't."

"You don't say," Astra whispered back. "He literally took all of my power except my light leaping and then accidentally lost it."

Tris frowned. "Well, you may have told me, but I still think it's inhumane." He said unconvinced.

"Soleli, we could use some of your healing magic right now." Nicote grimaced. "Or tracking."