[Clarke's promise of safety is not one she would accept at face value, were it anyone else, but her trust in Clarke is not to be underestimated. After all they've endured at each other's side - and apart from it - Lexa decides to listen (and accept) the reality spoken to her now.

It doesn't mean she can so easily give up on returning to her people, but Clarke has told her that responsibility was passed on with her death. The circumstances are less important than the reassurance the Coalition still lives, so for now, perhaps duty can rest in her mind.

That she still carries the Flame with no army to lead is another puzzling question. An unprecedented situation.]

We will always do what we must, Clarke.

[There's an edge at her lips, the barest suggestion of a smile. It's dimmed only as she considers what these conflicts must mean. She isn't surprised to hear Clarke's shifted her focus to a new people, a new Coalition. Such is her nature.]

I was told of a device, [fingertips travel again, to the foreign spot at the back of her head] here. I haven't successfully accessed it. How does it work?

[What is the Internet, please help.]