Octavia had heard a lot of things differently from how he'd intended them. Was continuing to, even.

"What, when -- No, all of that about Hell and justice doesn't matter." Her face was scrunching up hard, not that he could probably see more than a sliver of it. "It's not about that."

And she had just enough of her faculties to know what question would be coming next if she left it at that.

"It's about -- about feeling worthless because someone ancient, someone who's seen so much of us, doesn't see more good in us."