Octavia sighed, partly from frustration and partly from relief. They had survived the attack on Mount Weather, albeit with battle scars and far more casualties than anyone had wanted, but they'd only lost a few. Fox and the rest of the 100 that had died while having their bone marrow harvested had been carried back to the camp. Their families and friends that had survived the ark falling to the ground were mourning them over fresh graves.
She watched Wick carry Raven off around the corner, but Monty didn't move. He glanced around from a moment, unsure what to do with himself.
"Jasper will forgive you." Octavia wasn't sure what else to say, so she helped that small statement would offer Monty some comfort. He didn't say anything, but he did meet her eyes. The guilt was written all over his face. Clarke and Bellamy may have been the ones to pull the lever, but Monty had made all those deaths possible, he figured out how to reverse the fans and bring in the toxic air. Monty turned away and went down the opposite hallway. She wasn't sure where it led to.
Octavia turned to ask Lincoln why he'd felt the need to grab her brother by the collar, but he'd slipped away. She sighed again, she wanted to wash the blood off of her face and sleep for a solid twelve hours, but she went in search of Lincoln instead.
On her way she nearly ran into Harper, the girl looked exhausted. Her eyes seemed sunken in and the bags under her eyes were dark. She had cuts on her face and blood on her hands, but she offered Octavia a small smile.
"Hey, have you seen Monty?" Octavia nodded.
"He's in the ark and he went down a hallway on the right." Harper nodded her thanks and walked past her. Octavia continued her search for Lincoln.
She found him near the fence, facing the spot where Clarke had stabbed Finn. Evidence of the grounder army was still there. What used to be grass was now mud, created by the steps of 1000 warriors, and the post they'd carved and tied Finn to was still there, the blood stain still visible even in the fading sunlight. Lincoln, who was always alert, didn't notice her approach. Octavia stood, easily in his peripheral, and waited for him to see her. She watched as his gaze fell from the spot of Finn's death to his right hand. It trembled as he tried to flex his fingers. She stepped forward, but he didn't seem to notice until she was only three feet away.
"I needed a moment." He spoke before she could even ask. Octavia just nods and watches as Lincoln crosses his arms, concealing his shaking hands.
"Bellamy will bring Clarke back and then we can all get through this together." She wasn't sure what was bothering Lincoln more or at all, all the dead left in Mount Weather, Lexa abandoning the sky people, Lincoln never being able to return to his village, or something else. She wasn't sure if she should ask. He remained silent and they stood, watching the world fade from orange, to blue, to black. When the moon started to shine through the clouds Octavia rested a hand on Lincoln's arm.
"You should sleep." Octavia's lips curved upwards.
"We both should get some sleep." Lincoln nodded but didn't move. "Hey," She turned his face towards hers. "We're safe here, let's go to bed." She tugged on his arm just enough to make him take a small step, it was all the encouragement he needed to head towards the ark and hopefully a comfortable bed.