[Fortunately, Lexa is reasonable enough that it isn't taken as one. Though she's prone to petty actions, she does not expect Angel to understand. Were they more ingrained in one another's lives, it would be different. With Clarke, it had been different. Lexa can't deny the hurt she felt when she thought that Clarke's head lied only with her people. She believed that Clarke's heart was the same, and acted accordingly.

It's a nuance to her actions that day that she doesn't care to touch on. She hadn't even done that with Clarke herself.

Lexa offers the slightest of shakes of her head.]

It's not a recording that I hope to pass on. If it were just that, I could keep a record. [She can write, even if she can't use a keyboard or datapad easily.] I could then ask you to ensure that it makes it back to my people.

No, what they need is the spirit that is inside of me. The ceremony to do with that requires someone anointed. To gain that, you would have to become one of my people, and only serve me then. There is no other way.

[Because she is already offering her body, her emotions, and her mind to the Nest. She did not intend to take the offer, because she had not been told the full extent of it.

She refuses to give up her traditions—her people. It's as simple as that.]