"It's fine," Octavia repeated mildly. She looked down at the locket again, then closed her fingers around it. "I get thinking that. It's only been a couple of weeks since I told someone... really important to me that love's a weakness."

Her head tilted a little, but her eyes stayed on her hand that was now a fist around the necklace.

"And that the only way to not get hurt is not to love."