Okay I’m still keyed up about so many things but I’ll start with this:
Lexa’s story is so unfinished.
So incredibly, tragically, and distastefully unfinished.
From day one it is drilled into our brains that Lexa is so special (but that is a whole ‘nother rant for a different day.)
“Jus drein no jus daun.” That is Lexa’s fight and she didn’t even get a chance to raise her
sword hand in it’s honor. She died before she was able prove not only to her people, but to herself, that they can be better. They can grow, they can flourish, and they can do more than just survive on war and the tips of spears and blood answering blood. They can live and they can love without fear of never seeing the next day.
No, no, Lexa dies with the legacy of failing to fell The Mountain and refusing to answer the unjust deaths of her people for the sake of something she never got the chance to demonstrate. She died before she got to truly tell the girl she loved how she felt. She died at a moment so pivotal to her story that it makes me sick just thinking about the message it sends.
“Love is weakness.”
That’s is the message I got. Loud and exhaustively clear.