Tris winced softly as the blade came near her neck, but she forced herself to lie still. As soon as the chain was on the ground, she sprang away from his grasp. Taking out the pendant, and coin, she offered it to Victor, warily watching him in silence. She knew he was kinder than most, but one memory from the orphanage rang clear in her mind. There had once been someone who was also very kind, like the stranger. She had come to visit Tris often, and Tris had learned to like her very much. then, the woman had adopted her, and... No, Tris told herself, refusing to think about that at the moment. Blinking to shake off the disturbing memory, Tris glanced at Victor once more.