[ Roan isn't totally sure he'd say that about Abby. Definitely that she cares more about Clarke's life than anyone else's, but he supposes that's motherhood. When your mother isn't Nia, queen of Azgeda, anyway. anyway, he watches Luna with a tilted head from the opposite corner of the elevator car as it lurches along, considering her. ]

You were fighting for death. [ roan tells her plainly, voice somewhat mournful. what they did to luna in that lab killed the person she was, the hope she kept alive in her. ] After the lab, you left. Turned back up at the Conclave and told us when you won, no one would survive.

[ thus, he and octavia making it to the end, and teaming up against her. as much as he'd told clarke he couldn't give a shit about luna killing them all, it was bullshit. he doesn't have it in him not to care. maybe, some hundreds of years away from now, when people forget what they did to save themselves, a generation will be born that's actually worth the sacrifices. he hopes so, at least. ]