“What will be will be,” Lexa murmurs, her voice resolute.
Clarke grins as she turns her face in her hands, resting her cheek against her palms so she can look at the Commander. “That isn’t helpful at all, you know.”
A hint of a smile ghosts over Lexa’s lips. “I know my wisdom comforts you, Clarke,” she says, and Clarke lets loose a quiet, raspy laugh.
–Sneak Peek; this heart, fossilized and silent (once was tender and once was violent)