"How anti-climatic," she says in jest. The corners of her lip quirk into an off-kilter smirk. "I was inside of a living organism." And she holds up her fake drink, clinks it against Murphy's.

"Really thought I was going to die." Like actually die, like Raven exhausted all of her resources. Like they were specifically led up to that very moment because that's what they deserved.

That's what she deserved.

"But - hey - Clarke and I hugged it out."