I knew by the way he looked at her that he held her in a higher regard than he held even himself. no selfishness or insecurity kept him from seeing the full extent of her goodeness, as it so often does with the rest of us. that kind of love may only be possible in abnegation. i do not know. my father: erudite-born, abnegation-grown. he often found it difficult to live up to the demands of his chosen faction, just as i did. but he tried, and he knew true selflessness when he saw it.