Part of the price of magic. It messed with family genetics, cutting fertility, leaving a whole child here, a disabled one there, and, in her case, one without any powers at all. She might have been a second-generation Divergent, but without the pyromancy that marked her bloodline, simply being a divergent meant nothing. It wasn’t even something she could brag about—telling anyone about magic would constitute a breach of the Seal, which meant death for her and whoever she’d told. And since she lived in Akira’s jurisdiction, he’d have to give the order for her death.