Raven smiles at that, nodding. Lincoln might be a lot of things, but he's definitely not a liar. She's never known him to be that way. Even when he was the only one who knew the truth about the antidote that could save Finn, even when she was torturing him and he had no reason to tell her the truth, he'd still never lied to her. There aren't many people she can say that about, and it's one of the things she finds so incredible about him.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that with Lincoln," she replies, though she gets the feeling Victra already knows as much. "I remember when I first showed up here I thought everyone was lying." She hadn't thought any of it was possible, and it could too easily have been another trap of the Mountain Men. It wasn't until she got outside Semele's and saw the sky and the city that she truly believed what she was being told, and even then she'd still kept waiting to wake up back home.

Raven taps her fingernails on the edge of her coffee cup, thinking for a moment of Diana and the way she'd been able to coerce the truth out of Raven with that whip of hers. She hadn't needed to - Raven hadn't ever lied to her - but it had been the only way she would accept that anything about Darrow was real. "Unbelievable is pretty relative, here. There's not a lot I think people lie about anymore. What's the point, when the truth is more bizarre than any lie anyone could come up with?"