They haven't talked about it very much, Raven and Lincoln. She knows her own thoughts on the matter, but she does wonder what Lincoln would do, given the chance. If he could go back and change things, be with Octavia, she thinks maybe he might, but there's nothing to say that he wouldn't go back exactly the way things were.

He died, she knows. She doesn't remember it, knows only because Lincoln had told her, and there's a strange amount of guilt tied to the fact. She can't possibly remember because she didn't live it, but she still feels for him, having to carry the weight of that without her or Clarke or Bellamy to understand it properly. She'd thought it was bad enough herself when she arrived with memories Clarke and Bellamy didn't have, but it's not like she had to remember her own death.

"There are some things I miss," she allows, shaking her head. "There's nothing like Zero-G here, for starters." Lincoln has done his best to try and distract her with an assortment of adrenaline-chasing activities, but it's never going to be the same. There are days she would give up Darrow to feel it one last time, but then she remembers she's better off, and she tries her best to shut it out.

With a gesture back towards the bakery behind them, Raven shrugs one shoulder. "Do you want to get coffee or something?" she asks, suddenly aware of what kind of conversation they're having on the side of the street.