[ Like a trophy, she suspects. A reminder that she endured, that she survived. Octavia's lips thin, uncertain if she's willing to accept what it embodies. Her physical strength proves nothing when she hadn't been able to save her own people from the line of fire. ]

Find someone you trust. It has to be one of the other Displaced.

[ Clarke likely wouldn't be qualified. Beyond that, Octavia isn't willing to bridge that divide, stewing in resentment and self-loathing. Raven, maybe, if she were here — but she isn't, and Octavia has no network of alliances she's willing to rely on.

Trust isn't easily earned or given. ]

Morningstar shouldn't have it, anyway, whether they have the equipment or not.

[ El had proven too deceptive to be respected, after all. They aren't quite that desperate for answers and insight just yet. ]