[Lexa started training when she was two years old. Her first clear thoughts, her first actions, were always in service of that goal. It was not only the sword and fists she learned, it was loyalty, leadership, strategy. She used all of it to accomplish a singular goal, unification of every clan once she was in power. It was not easy. It started with wars too. She'd be drowning in blood if she was covered in all that was shed for her. But she would do it again.
The only time she picked a path for personal reasons was with Clarke. Her advisors were not happy, the other commanders living in the Flame were not either. She saw the wisdom in picking peace over death, but it was her heart that made the choice, not her head. Yet she does not regret it. She only wished she lived long enough to follow through, to show her people what Clarke showed her.
She can see the weight on him too. She has no reason to doubt he is telling the truth about his age, and if so, that is a long lifespan of experiences. It must be why he was so insistent on answers before. Lexa raises her eyebrows at the shitshow and her eyes are amused.] That is a new term for me, but yes, my people have been through many shitshows. Surviving is what we know best.
[And survival can be brutal. They were the only survivors on an earth torn apart by an apocalypse. The fact any of them lived was unusual. From the start of the Grounders, they were scrambling to live against all odds. And that drive never ended, it became ingrained in their culture, in their religion.]
Living so long is not possible where I'm from. Is it normal where you are from?
[She doesn't want to assume everyone lives by the same rules or laws of nature. His kindness and sincerity touches something within her and she softens. Lexa is loved by her closest advisors, and respected by her people, but it is not something she takes lightly or feels entitled to. She takes on such genuine praise with appreciation and equal respect.] Thank you. It is something my teachers have instilled in me all of my life, and the commanders before me. It is a burden I wanted to be worthy of.
[Lexa misses her people, she fears for them. It is not easy, to know she has no power over their future.] My people are strong and courageous and proud. For all their flaws, I believe in them. [She is dutiful but she would not be as passionate about it if she loved them any less.] But they are lost to me now.
thank you!
The only time she picked a path for personal reasons was with Clarke. Her advisors were not happy, the other commanders living in the Flame were not either. She saw the wisdom in picking peace over death, but it was her heart that made the choice, not her head. Yet she does not regret it. She only wished she lived long enough to follow through, to show her people what Clarke showed her.
She can see the weight on him too. She has no reason to doubt he is telling the truth about his age, and if so, that is a long lifespan of experiences. It must be why he was so insistent on answers before. Lexa raises her eyebrows at the shitshow and her eyes are amused.] That is a new term for me, but yes, my people have been through many shitshows. Surviving is what we know best.
[And survival can be brutal. They were the only survivors on an earth torn apart by an apocalypse. The fact any of them lived was unusual. From the start of the Grounders, they were scrambling to live against all odds. And that drive never ended, it became ingrained in their culture, in their religion.]
Living so long is not possible where I'm from. Is it normal where you are from?
[She doesn't want to assume everyone lives by the same rules or laws of nature. His kindness and sincerity touches something within her and she softens. Lexa is loved by her closest advisors, and respected by her people, but it is not something she takes lightly or feels entitled to. She takes on such genuine praise with appreciation and equal respect.] Thank you. It is something my teachers have instilled in me all of my life, and the commanders before me. It is a burden I wanted to be worthy of.
[Lexa misses her people, she fears for them. It is not easy, to know she has no power over their future.] My people are strong and courageous and proud. For all their flaws, I believe in them. [She is dutiful but she would not be as passionate about it if she loved them any less.] But they are lost to me now.