Peace was... debatable. But a certain kind of internal sense of quiet had come upon Octavia after Duke had taken off and they'd landed in the Bahamas. There was a touch of emptiness about it, something a little worn down. But she'd take it.

(It wasn't like she had a choice.)

She'd slept heavy and dreamless, and felt kind of groggy even now, as she made her way down along the pier.