" You really don’t hate me for this,” I said, lifting up my left arm.
“No, I don’t.”
I had experienced only a few different reactions to what I was, what I could do. Hatred, from those who had suffered at my hand; fear, from those who hadn’t but might; and glee, from those capable of using me for it. I had never seen this before. It was almost like he understood.
“You don’t hate me at all,” I said in almost a whisper, afraid to hear the answer.
But his answer came steadily, like it was obvious to him: “No.”
I found, then, that I wasn’t angry anymore about what he had done to me, to get Eijeh out. He had done it because of the same quality, in him, that made him so accepting of me now. How could I fault him for it?
“All right.” I sighed. “Be up early tomorrow, because we’ll need to train harder if you expect to get your brother out of here.”
His water glass was marked with fingerprints around the base. I took it from him.
He frowned at me. “You’ll help me? Even after what I did to you?”
“Yeah.” I drained the water glass, and set it back down. “I guess I will. "

― Veronica Roth , Carve the Mark (Carve the Mark, #1)