[Staying on a mount is a far cry from hunting—and Lexa has measured the distance between those two things time and time again. It's not only a matter of skill that's up for debate here. She knows that Bellamy is ill-equipped there. She doesn't need to consider it on a greater level. It's more the why that comes to the forefront of her mind now, agitated that she might lose him because of his need to feel of use to everyone.]

I believe that why you're going and why I'm going are two separate things. I intend to go because I believe I can succeed, or survive the process. You, on the other hand, likely believe that if you aren't in there with me and I'm wrong, that you made a mistake in not trying at all.

[Lexa doesn't restrain her judgment. It bleeds through in her words and through her mind, like a pressing weight meant to crush him and make him turn back.]