No, not a spy. Or rather, they'd have plenty of spies already. We're still safe regardless. [It's one thing she had to sit on for a while, to come to terms with over time. No matter how little or how much control they seem to have, it's only because their previous captors have allowed them to have it. Clarke has seen precisely how powerful they are. If they wanted to sweep them up and lock them away, they would. For some reason, they've chosen not to—and she feels like she lives every second of her life now trying to figure out why.

There was a reason why the Grounders were allowed to live. Why they could have families. Why many of them could eventually become warriors ripe for the role of Reaping.

But why here? What's the goal, the aim? There must be one. Otherwise, they wouldn't hold them for the time after their hair begins to grow out. And that is precisely the thing they're doing. Clarke knows she won't have any answers now, not just because she wants Lexa to have them.]

You'll be here for four days. I recommend asking what questions you can of anyone who's come before. [They'll give her her footing.]

After that ... it's time for us to live. To do what we must.

[Which is different from back home.

Clarke settles her hands on her thighs, watching Lexa in her meditation position.]

Like it or not, we are a part of a ... different people now. A different clan. At least until we can return to our people.

[Until Lexa can. Clarke's people are gone, up in the sky or down below.]

I guess you could even say that we're a Coalition of our own, united against our will. So far, most of the conflicts have been small, or forced upon us.