"Given your miraculous recovery, you're probably already due for me to take a look." It won't be easy to see Lexa's scarring, assuming that there is scarring in the first place. Clarke remembers holding the cloth against Lexa firmly, trying to force her to hold on to her life no matter what. She had thick black blood against her hands at the time, but she hadn't been able to think of anything except for what she could do. "We'll look at that later," she adds, smirking at Lexa at the same time.

"Either way, people don't look to kill here, not if they're easily found on the street. It's not a part of their beliefs. That's not to say it doesn't happen, but ... people have lived beyond death here. They can return if someone is there to help." To know exactly when they were lost. "Sometimes ... I think that's for the best. That there are people who can see a world without death being the answer, one way or another."