[Just as Clarke had awoke with the understanding of what she must do in the City of Light, the information makes itself available to Lexa, adjusting and winding forward. She doesn't know where it comes from, she only knows what it is that Clarke and Raven were trying to do. She knows why black blood had to be filtered into her system the same way it had been with her people and the Mountain Men. Temporarily, Clarke had to become a Nightblood in order to take the chip. It was dangerous. It was, quite possibly, suicidal.
It was exactly the type of thing Clarke would do.
Her understanding is easier because of this world and what she's learned about the Flame. It provides the bridge to what has been missing, decayed throughout the years as it's passed from commander to commander without any updates in its interface. She still lacks a thorough understanding. She doesn't know exactly everything, but she knows enough that the Flame would be able to stop this AI. That it would be able to protect Clarke as she sought out the means to handle it. She knows it intrinsically, just as she knows the names of the previous commanders, just as she knows that Becca came first and provided them the chance for life.]
She did it to save our people. [Still the focus on Clarke. But she knows that they needed her. Lexa doubts that few others would have the strength of will to accomplish what she's managing. There's a reason why it had to be her.
She had always said that her spirit would choose wisely.
Thanks to the aid of having her back to him, she closes her eyes for a moment to collect herself. Lexa has always believed that death was not the end. But it's still a shock to her system, like every moment here has been a lie. How she somehow lives both lives at once, she can't understand, but there's a nagging sense that there's something real about it. Somehow, she both lives and dies.
The emotions well up inside of her, and she hates it a little. She hates knowing that Clarke has gone through that. She hates knowing that losing her had led to her people being taken in by this ... AI, this thing she's only begun to understand yet fully understands at the same time. She hates knowing they aren't safe, and even Bellamy can't confirm their safety. (He can't, though she has faith in Clarke—blind faith, because Clarke is special.)
Lexa squeezes her eyes shut for a moment longer and then opens them, swallowing once, and she turns. She hopes the distance between them conceals the fact that her eyes are glossy. Now isn't a time where she can afford to look weak, and at least if he feels her emotions, he's unlikely to call her on them. They both can't be exposed right now.]
You were fighting to protect her so that she could save them. [Her words are measured, but even to her, they're surprising. Still: as much anger as she has inside of her for what he's done to her people, he's still giving his all (and possibly dying at the hands of it) in order to save their people. They are both at risk, and he's there for Clarke. Had been there for Clarke. Had left to come here to protect Clarke and the others.]
I pardon you of your crimes, Bellamy Blake. It may mean nothing now that Clarke is the Commander, because she will do it as well. But while we're here, you have nothing to fear from me. [Lexa doesn't know if Clarke will actually be the accepted Commander, but she would prefer it that way. She had done what was necessary to save their people.]
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It was exactly the type of thing Clarke would do.
Her understanding is easier because of this world and what she's learned about the Flame. It provides the bridge to what has been missing, decayed throughout the years as it's passed from commander to commander without any updates in its interface. She still lacks a thorough understanding. She doesn't know exactly everything, but she knows enough that the Flame would be able to stop this AI. That it would be able to protect Clarke as she sought out the means to handle it. She knows it intrinsically, just as she knows the names of the previous commanders, just as she knows that Becca came first and provided them the chance for life.]
She did it to save our people. [Still the focus on Clarke. But she knows that they needed her. Lexa doubts that few others would have the strength of will to accomplish what she's managing. There's a reason why it had to be her.
She had always said that her spirit would choose wisely.
Thanks to the aid of having her back to him, she closes her eyes for a moment to collect herself. Lexa has always believed that death was not the end. But it's still a shock to her system, like every moment here has been a lie. How she somehow lives both lives at once, she can't understand, but there's a nagging sense that there's something real about it. Somehow, she both lives and dies.
The emotions well up inside of her, and she hates it a little. She hates knowing that Clarke has gone through that. She hates knowing that losing her had led to her people being taken in by this ... AI, this thing she's only begun to understand yet fully understands at the same time. She hates knowing they aren't safe, and even Bellamy can't confirm their safety. (He can't, though she has faith in Clarke—blind faith, because Clarke is special.)
Lexa squeezes her eyes shut for a moment longer and then opens them, swallowing once, and she turns. She hopes the distance between them conceals the fact that her eyes are glossy. Now isn't a time where she can afford to look weak, and at least if he feels her emotions, he's unlikely to call her on them. They both can't be exposed right now.]
You were fighting to protect her so that she could save them. [Her words are measured, but even to her, they're surprising. Still: as much anger as she has inside of her for what he's done to her people, he's still giving his all (and possibly dying at the hands of it) in order to save their people. They are both at risk, and he's there for Clarke. Had been there for Clarke. Had left to come here to protect Clarke and the others.]
I pardon you of your crimes, Bellamy Blake. It may mean nothing now that Clarke is the Commander, because she will do it as well. But while we're here, you have nothing to fear from me. [Lexa doesn't know if Clarke will actually be the accepted Commander, but she would prefer it that way. She had done what was necessary to save their people.]