“So much for the good grounder”?

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? There is a fucking gun in his face and y'all are on the way to commit genocide against the people sent to help you. Are you goddamn serious?

So much for the good grounder?

So much for the fucking sky people, because you are all marking your places in history as being utterly intolerable, monstrous people.

You think you’re entitled to land that isn’t yours? You think you are superior? You think you are civilized? You think you are gods, and you don’t need anyone’s help, especially not the help of those you consider beneath you?

You think the Grounders are savages?

You are the most savage of them all.

I can’t get over Clarke’s face as she tries to psych herself up to pull this knife on Lexa. Just that brief moment before she turns. You can see so much that her heart isn’t in it. 

I can’t get over how gently Lexa whispers that she is sorry, like an acceptance not a plea, like a goodbye, like an I love you. 

I can’t get over the way that shreds Clarke. The way it cracks her open so she has to listen to her heart, her HEART, not her anger or her hurt or any of the whispers hissing at her ears, but her heart where Lexa has always been. 

They can’t do this, can’t kill each other, can’t destroy each other, because to do so would be to kill themselves, to destroy themselves, to greet the end.

Take note of the slight quiver in Lexa’s voice as she says these words. 

I swear fealty to you, Klark kom skaikru. 

I vow to treat your needs as my own and your people as my people. 

Listen to that tremor in her voice even as her expression is resolute, her words absolute. 

That tremor is her heart–this is Lexa giving herself, in her entirety, to someone, to Clarke. 

That tremor is the stirring of an awakening heart, the rumbling of walls that once served as her heart’s fortress now cracking and falling. 

That tremor is a humbling, an offering, a vow, even more than the words. 

That tremor is Lexa, stripped free of all but her humanity and her heart. 

That tremor is just a girl looking at another girl and telling her … I will love you. 

I will love you.

Lincoln is so strong.

He is the victim of a hate crime, and instead of lashing out, instead of letting it drive him to the same hatred, he shakes it off. He takes a breath. He steadies himself, and he stands.

Because he loves his people, and his people are both Trikru and Skaikru. He believes in peace and unity.

He stands for and is the embodiment of everything Lexa and Clarke are trying to accomplish, and it is honestly making me so emotional.

I’m glad that Clarke and Lexa can actually talk through things. They aren’t trying to dominate one another. Lexa presents an option, and Clarke either agrees or disagrees. She brings up an alternative if she disagrees, and Lexa considers it.

I don’t consider Clarke presenting this option to be manipulation. She knows, by now, that Lexa will offer her a chance to speak and to express what she thinks is best, and she also knows that Lexa will, if even for only a moment, consider whatever it is that Clarke has to say. She has no need to manipulate her or even to try.

Her saying, “You say you want peace …” and her whole spiel–these are real things. This is a real conversation. This isn’t Clarke working Lexa over. This is her saying–can we salvage this? Can we fix this? Is now the time? I’m asking you because only you can tell me, only you can decide about this, this one thing, this one thing right now in this moment–only you can decide, and whatever you decide, I’ll accept it.

Lexa has all the power here, and she does, as Clarke said, want peace. She also trusts Clarke, and as much as she has taught Clarke, she has learned from her as well. They are better together. They can talk through things, work out solutions together.

In the end, it is Lexa’s choice, and her taking counsel or listening to ideas from someone she trusts and who has proven herself formidable isn’t weak. It is patient and strong, and instead of making a hasty decision with her heart, she is letting everything sink in, including Clarke’s point, and making a decision with BOTH head and heart, because peace, eventual peace, is something she wants for her people and something that her people need.

Also, right now, it might be the best strategy overall. The reaction could go one of two ways–their lack of retaliation could show that they are not the savages Pike has claimed them to be, that Pike and the Arkers are, in fact, the savage ones. Or it could reinforce Pike’s point–that they have scared the Grounders into leaving them alone and vacating.

I’m interested to see what Lexa and Clarke’s next moves will be.

Also, Clarke better protect Lexa with her life (not that Lexa needs her protection, but seriously). I’m just saying. She’s trusting you on this. You better have her back when people come for her.