" Akos was already standing there. He had saved us places, as the path became more crowded, though really, people would have moved out of my way if I came near anyway. I tried not to care about that. I stood between him and Teka, and listened for the captain’s shout to brace ourselves.
Akos reached for my hand as the ship drew nearer to the blue light, deep and rich in color. He would let go when we entered the currentstream, to allow me to feel its effects, agonizing though they were, but it felt good to have him there as we approached. My heart was pounding. I loved this part.
The real surprise, though, was Teka’s hand seizing mine from the other side. There was giddy smile on her face.
“I am a Shotet,” she said, more to herself than to me. “I am sharp as a blade, and just as strong…”
It was a variation on the other poem I had seen scrawled on a wall in Voa, the one penned as a criticism of the Noavek government:
I am a Shotet.
I am sharp as broken glass, and just as fragile.
I see all of the galaxy and never catch a glimpse of it.
I liked the other one better, because it was a reminder of my own fragility, my own tendency to see what I wanted to see. But this version was good, too.
I was surprised when Akos joined her in reciting the last lines:
“I see all of the galaxy,” he said, “and it is all mine.”
“Prepare yourselves!” came the shout from below.
Both Teka and Akos released my hands, almost in the same moment. And the ship was consumed by blue light. "

― Veronica Roth , The Fates Divide (Carve the Mark, #2)