Unless you have divined a way to see into my mind, no. It is only ever me and them.

[She pauses, then, looking at Clarke and quite certain she wants to spit something out but won't. Perhaps love was a weakness, only of a different kind than Titus or Gustus had ever meant.]

They think you distract me. [They weren't exactly wrong, but Lexa felt stronger with Clarke by her side, uplifted not broken.] That I would save you and doom myself.