[Clarke knows that no excuse exists for why she left. At the time, it seemed like the most logical, sensible thing to do. With her gone, her people could move on, and she would take their pain and suffering with her. Once she hit the line of trees, the weight of it began to settle over her, but she refused to let herself turn back. Her mind began going through the motions. Too controlled, too steady in her ways at times, she knew exactly how to plan the means to protect herself and prevent her return. She knew exactly where to hide, how to live her life, and what to do for herself. Alongside Lexa and her people, she learned about the various people in Trikru who were warriors but mostly fended for themselves, living alone much like Lincoln did.
Sometimes, it was better that they were spread out. It helped them maintain their claim over their land.
But still, the plans she developed make it difficult for her to deny her culpability. Then again, would she?
Clarke knows she wouldn't.]
I don't really have an explanation for it. But I'm—I am okay. I promise.
[It feels important to make him believe this before she steps forward, closing the distance between him and her so that her arms can wrap around him in a familiar embrace.
The moment her fingers cling to the back of his jacket, she presses her face close to his neck and whispers through a strained voice,] I'm so sorry.
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Sometimes, it was better that they were spread out. It helped them maintain their claim over their land.
But still, the plans she developed make it difficult for her to deny her culpability. Then again, would she?
Clarke knows she wouldn't.]
I don't really have an explanation for it. But I'm—I am okay. I promise.
[It feels important to make him believe this before she steps forward, closing the distance between him and her so that her arms can wrap around him in a familiar embrace.
The moment her fingers cling to the back of his jacket, she presses her face close to his neck and whispers through a strained voice,] I'm so sorry.