Octavia and Erik
"How?" Octavia's unwavering focus faltered then, and she looked at Erik. Her eyes were dark with anger and pain and frustration. "I've lost him over and over again. And this...this is the last time. He's gone for good now, and I..." her voice trailed off and the tears started streaming down her cheeks. She didn't move to wipe them away.
Lincoln had given her a reason. Lincoln had given her a life. Before him, she'd been little more than an empty shell. She'd loved her bother, certainly, but Bellamy had been her enrtire life. He'd been the one to raise her, the one to protect her and keep her safe on the ship. Everything was different on the ground, and Lincoln had been the one to give her an identity she could be proud of. Because of Lincoln, she'd learned to fight, and she'd become someone she could be proud of.
Without him, she was once again that empty shell, the girl who lived under the floorboards where no one would see her.