You don't know that; you weren't here. [She points out. Skaikru hadn't even known life went on down on the ground until they got here themselves, they knew nothing of the struggles and infighting.

Lexa purses her lips slightly as she considers something.]

There has been scandal and the taste of war my entire reign, I have displeased them, always, because I am not them and I will not be bowed down or twisted around their fingers.

We will get through this, and if I do not make it the natblida's know what to do, Clarke. They will look after you and your people and assure our peace if I fail.

[They were just children, but she had been a child when her mantle was rested on her shoulders and for all the terror and blood she had caused, there was so much good, too. It was the way of the Commander.]

Could you draw it for me? Your paper and charcoals are over here... [She gets up, nearly stumbles but rights herself, taking in a sharp breath as she goes to get them.]