Octavia snorted. "Good riddance, then." You know, as if she hadn't been vehemently against them already. "Peanut butter cups are the best."

She was quiet for a second again, watching the water.

And shrugged. "I guess they had to feed us on the Ark. I bet starving us would not have let them feel as good about the mercy they were showing us by not just imediately floating us, the way they did every criminal over eighteen."