(Muffled) I’m going to mess this up.
She looks up at him. For the first time, hope flickers behind the exhaustion.
(Voice cracking) That’s the part I hide so people don’t get attached.
She shakes her head, a single tear finally escaping.
Okay.
You think you don’t deserve love. You think you’re a punishment people have to endure. But you’re wrong, Octavia. You’re not a storm. You’re someone who’s been standing in the rain for so long you forgot what shelter feels like.
(Bitter laugh) Running is what I’m good at. It’s cleaner this way. Easier.
Don’t make me say it twice.
