There may come a time when we don't have too. [she says, echoing Clarke's words from earlier this afternoon and her sentiment about so many other times before today. Life was about more than surviving. Wasn't it?
Was it?
What life would there be to have if Clarke's people did something rash and got themselves killed? Or if Lexa's never accepted Clarke.
It could be Costia all over again, and there would never come a day when Lexa would be prepared to find Clarke's head in a box at the end of her bed.]
Your people would've gone to war for Finn. [It's not something Lexa treasures bringing up, least of all now with yet another person Clarke cared about covered in sticky, drying blood, least of all when she didn't really want her to go. But some things would always be more important than her wants.]
He was just a boy. They made Pike chancellor.
They are your people. Azgeda will not attack Polis. [Even if she had to get out of bed to stop them herself.] The wound will heal. [Maybe. She's never felt anything quite like this in her life, but it must, right?]
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Was it?
What life would there be to have if Clarke's people did something rash and got themselves killed? Or if Lexa's never accepted Clarke.
It could be Costia all over again, and there would never come a day when Lexa would be prepared to find Clarke's head in a box at the end of her bed.]
Your people would've gone to war for Finn. [It's not something Lexa treasures bringing up, least of all now with yet another person Clarke cared about covered in sticky, drying blood, least of all when she didn't really want her to go. But some things would always be more important than her wants.]
He was just a boy. They made Pike chancellor.
They are your people. Azgeda will not attack Polis. [Even if she had to get out of bed to stop them herself.] The wound will heal. [Maybe. She's never felt anything quite like this in her life, but it must, right?]