Octavia nodded. She could relate to that. She remembered when she first found herself on the gound, how beautiful the sunlight had been. She'd socked up the beauty of sunrise and sunset day after day. She'd marveled at the beautiful things she encountered day and night, amid all the awful darkness of fear and war.
Now, she didn't notice it. She felt immune to it, since Lincoln was gone. Tefe helped her remember to see the flowers, but they were dull in comparison to what they'd once been.
"Ambivalent is such an interesting word," she said. Because focusing on words was easier than talking about why the colors of the world were dull now.