The coalition is not ruined. [There are a thousand things she wants to point out - Finn was not "one of them", for starters, they had sent him down to die just like everyone else Clarke had come down with. That fear was quick to gather a following and harder to dismiss.

Maybe even tempt Clarke with the prospect of being able to fetch her mother back to properly heal this strange new wound that burned in her side even with the object removed.

Instead, she tries to sit up more, wincing at every little degree she manages to sit up.

She grabs for Clarke's hand, to hold onto her. For whose comfort, Lexa's not entirely sure but the feeling steadies her heart and makes it easier to ignore the burning pain.]

As long as I live, the Coalition will stand. I will see to that. I have seen to it since my ascension... [Or, well, since she made the coalition a true thing, since she forced the others into alignment. Even Azgeda mostly played along, until it didn't, but she dealt with them as well.]

Your people are my people. They are all our people. They must understand.

We are in this together, Clarke. [Despite her own actions, they had been in this together for what felt like a much longer time than it was.]