This is the moment everything begins to click for Lexa. Her hope for Clarke’s requited love is possible. Clarke’s heart eyes and stolen smiles could be easily written off. Lexa assumed she was just overthinking or maybe she was forcing herself to not think about it at all. Except now. After waking up from a nightmare, a deathly warning, she’s not only consoled by a worried Clarke, but comes to find Clarke’s drawing of her. Clarke can’t come up with an excuse for this intimacy. Her connection to Lexa clearly isn’t just for her people anymore. A theme of this week’s episode was hope–hope for the future. It’s written on Lexa’s face. But this hope is dangerous and Lexa knows it. Things may be different with Clarke. Love can be strength and not reduced to weakness. But it’s so hard for Lexa to keep reminding herself of this when all she’s ever known, what’s been keeping her alive, is to repress love. It’s easy to stifle feelings for Wanheda when she’s relearning to trust and forgive. It’s a lot harder for Lexa to bury her feelings for Clarke when they are becoming so obviously reciprocated.