Even In The Grave, All Is Not Lost

War and Peace

A/N: I'm doing my best to integrate 4.10 Luna into the rest of her character, because I don't think it's entirely realistic for someone to change so drastically that quickly. It makes more sense to me that there had to exist elements of that beforehand, and that they were hidden and suppressed. So there will be moments where you see that darkness come out, if only briefly.

. . .

She didn't understand Luna.

Thought she did but. . .

Well, the Grounder had quite steadily trampled over all her previous assumptions.

From everything Raven had been told, she'd expected someone either incredibly dangerous, or peacefully benign. But neither of those monikers fit the woman she was coming to know. They described aspects of her, sure, but they didn't capture her.

Luna was. . .

She didn't know what she was.

Only that Raven hadn't been prepared for her, not by any stretching definition.

One minute Luna was spouting off about how everyone didn't deserve to survive the coming storm and the next she was throwing all her weight behind comforting Raven - and Murphy, of all people. Helping them. Without being demanded or even asked to.

It was disorienting.

Though, perhaps it shouldn't have been.

Raven could remember how she'd felt in the wake of Finn's death. How, in the midst of red hot rage and despair, a part of her had craved to see the world burn.

It didn't deserve to exist.

Not without him.

Not after what it had done to him.

What they'd done.

(Raven included)

Humanity hadn't had very much to recommend it in that moment, and even less so when she'd felt the burn of a blade, searing through her flesh.

She'd been so angry. And disillusioned.

Still was.

Only now that was muffled under the return of rationality and other feelings.

She couldn't blame Luna for her own anger, as repressed as it was.

She'd lost everything.

And the world still wanted more from her.

They wanted more from her.

It wasn't fair.

But nothing about this was.

So, she could understand that.

Could understand Luna's anger. It was probably the most relatable thing about her, at least from Raven's corner.

But her unceasing kindness? That was harder to grasp.

All of Luna's anger and pain were smothered by layers of compassion.

Such a thing was in short supply these days, there was little room for it in a world that demanded the harshest and coldest parts of you. Even on the Ark, there'd been no space for it.

But Luna. . . Luna made space for it. Seemed determined to do so, above all else.

Once, Raven had asked Finn what made him help her in the beginning. When so many others turned away from her situation, he'd reached out a hand and taken hers. Had halved his rations - equally down the middle - and shared them with her without a second thought.