Octavia knows she is dying, and, rather than dwell on how young she still is, she chooses to think back on her life. Chooses to remember and reflect on all that she can; the bad, as well as the good. A single realization comes to mind as she does so. As hard as it might be to believe, is it truly the time we live that matters most? Or is it the quality of whatever time we had with those who touched our hearts the most?

Dedicated to DemonFyre. We'll all be here for you, I promise. We love you.