" He and I weren’t really even that close,” she says. “Just at the…the very end. Because he had lost someone who died, and so had I…”
“I know,” I say. “You really helped him.”
I drag a chair over to sit next to her. She clutches Uriah’s hand, which stays limp on the sheets.
“Sometimes I just feel like I’ve lost all my friends,” she says.
“You haven’t lost Cara,” I say. “Or Tobias. And Christina, you haven’t lost me. You’ll never lose me.”
She turns to me, and somewhere in the haze of grief we wrap our arms around each other, in the same desperate way we did when she told me she had forgiven me for killing Will. Our friendship has held up under an incredible weight, the weight of me shooting someone she loved, the weight of so many losses. Other bonds would have broken. For some reason, this one hasn’t.
We stay clutched together for a long time, until the desperation fades.
“Thanks,” she says. “You won’t lose me, either.”
“I’m pretty sure if I was going to, I would have already.” I smile. "

― Veronica Roth , Allegiant (Divergent, #3)