He may well have been on the right track with that hunch.

"I don't know," Octavia said, once again. It was almost funny: just the previous evening, she'd watched him in his crown and she'd had thoughts, and yet now...

Now it all felt so far away and not for her.

She shook her head, straightened up a little. "I don't know. Maybe there isn't."

(Maybe she didn't work like that.)