forgive us now for what we've done
forgive us now for what we’ve done; lexa, clarke, octavia (vaguely clarke x lexa)
“we will give you your people back, we will keep the ark people, and you will retreat. those are the terms of the agreement,” and the man smirks at you like he knows what you’re going to say.
You’re forever (forever, forever, forever) Commander first, and it’s been hammered into every bone of your being since you were barely old enough to think. Hammered, though, isn’t quite the right word because Commander lives in the small pocket next to your heart (it’s something just as Lexa as your hands, or laugh, or the way you don’t like waking up late).
And the Commander is something bigger than Lexa too, something that makes decisions that are impossibly huge, that stain your hands with screaming blood for years and years and years (that make Clarke look at you like you’re some kind of murderer, some kind of evil; but Clarke, we’re the same, you and I, aren’t we?)