[And she has no intentions to die, not here, not among people who wouldn't know how to offer her a proper burial. None of them would know to pass on the flame and ensure that it's there for the next Commander. If anything, she assumes that her symbiote might be taken away while her body is falls to waste.
No, she won't die here.]
Of course not. I believe I'll be able to handle anything else from here. [There's a beat, as she recalls Cathaway's words.]
Thank you.
[Diplomacy. Lexa's version of it is sometimes tenser than it has to be, but she can be mannerly. Sometimes.]
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No, she won't die here.]
Of course not. I believe I'll be able to handle anything else from here. [There's a beat, as she recalls Cathaway's words.]
Thank you.
[Diplomacy. Lexa's version of it is sometimes tenser than it has to be, but she can be mannerly. Sometimes.]