I’m a killer, nothing more. That’s not true. What the hell do you know? I’ve just spent 3 days in your head. Maybe you lost your way somewhere, but you’ve sacrificed so much for the people you love, even as a child forced to hide under the floor. You were terrified, but you never made a sound because you knew that if they found you, they’d punish Bellamy and kill your mother. You’re not a killer, Octavia. You’re a warrior to be sure, but your heart is pure.



















