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”You did well, Okteivia.”
”I lost,” Octavia huffs. She doesn’t lose often anymore, she has almost forgotten how fire of disappointment burns down in her stomach.
”But still you are alive. Sometimes second place is enough.”
”We were training! He wouldn’t have killed me anyway.”
”Are you sure?”
Octavia looks up, Indra’s face is so serious she suddenly doesn’t find enough energy to argue. Are you sure. It’s just training, right? She is one of Trikru now, they don’t threaten their own people.
”He could have taken you away from me.”
A nice, warm feeling rounds Octavia’s heart after her mentor’s words. Indra never has to say anything too much, just a glance into her eyes is enough to make Octavia almost tear up. She gives her a small nod because she can’t promise nothing will take her away.
That’d be just a sweet lie neither of them could believe.