This situation was just finding new ways to be hurtful, now. Octavia hated it.

Her voice went much lower, and more measured, and more precise. "All I needed," she said, "was any indication that you'd let me help figure out how to be safe without anyone getting isolated."

Her lips were a thin line.

"Any at all that you weren't just going to do whatever you, and only you, think is best. Again."