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[adamance]

WISDOM passing on her legacy, her knowledge, and showing a willingness for more	COMPASSION looking upon her people with care, with hope, and understanding a different layer of strength
STRENGTH strength is more than just mere words or mere actions—it is everything	PURPOSE being born for this

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[ Lexa's scrutiny is like a physical touch. Bellamy can't be sure what she's looking for. Sincerity, maybe. When her gaze lifts, Bellamy exhales slowly. He expects further remonstration, not the comparison Lexa comes out with next.

Her is weighted with such significance that it leaves no room for misunderstanding. But that doesn't mean Bellamy feels as if it's accurate. Bellamy aspires to Clarke's ways, but he strays too easily. He shakes his head, as much a dismissal of being compared to Clarke as it is to Lexa's objection. ]

There's going to be pain either way.

[ That was one thing he'd learned. All life had to offer was pain in one form or another. But there were ways to make it more manageable. There was a way that made it easier to live with himself in the wake of it. ]

We both knew that.

[ Or Bellamy had, to start with. Clarke had learned. Bellamy wishes she'd never had to come to such a conclusion, but he bites his tongue rather than let the conversation steer towards Mount Weather. ]

How many stops?

[adamance]

[Every bone in her body aches with the desire to admonish him for his thinking. It sounds like it isn't far from "we'll hurt ourselves because we know nothing else." It isn't the type of thinking that inspires strength. To her, it sounds as if they are accepting the weakness and bearing it because they know nothing else. Overcoming it is what is most important. Before she died, she never got to tell Clarke that. She knows now that it's likely she never will.

(By loving Clarke, she had allowed herself to overcome a great deal.)

Instead of pursuing the conversation, there's a sense of disconnect in the connection between them, like she's withdrawing from pushing him so hard. If she were Clarke (and she's aware of this fact all too clearly), she knows she'd have kept pushing. Lexa is not Clarke. This subject will come up again and she'll broach it then, but for now, it's better left to the awkward silence that will now permeate between the two of them.]

Three more stops, [she says, and then points her eyes forward. Everything from here on out will be mechanical and rote. It might be better that way.]