''In peace, may you leave the shore. In love, may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels, until our final journey on the ground. May we meet again.''

When the taste of her yet apricot like lips take a last decency of usage, the trauma of consciousness leaves the regret of her body. The feeling of flood covering the unmanaged wound of shortage of time blames her for trying. Strenuous thoughts leaking the regression of her actual attempt at the peace they intended to survive together. Together, another promise she could not have kept by the conscience of her people, her subjects who were more than loyal to her. She told her they would be willing to die for her, a leader to poor their hopes and dreams into. Yet here she was, slipping away from all that reality. She could feel the regret of having to take advance of farewell, still feeling the chaste swell of her lips on her own. How of a mistake it was to make a promise to the one and only Clarke Griffin.

The second she woke her vision was met by those of a pair of rough ones. And lessening her confusion she could recognize those anywhere, out of anyone.

''Anya.'' She breathed.

''We were starting to wonder where the great Heda could be nevertheless.'' The scrap of her voice sounded afar, the familiar burn of her confidence lingering at her tone. It did not long for her own eyes to shimmer in recognition to those of hers. Her throat felt like there was something trapped, something even she could not swallow to admit.

''I—'' But her voice broke, the left scorching blockage falling apart.

Anya shushed her in return, combing the gleam of her forehead while the heartbreaking smile tipped on her lips gave away something entirely different.

''I know—'' She said discovering anything she did not yet know about her. She has been her second for an amount of time after all. Since she should know this better. ''—I know it hurts.''

''I broke her my promise—'' Her features crumble up in heartache, the wetness at the lids of her eyes becoming more permanent than she realized. ''—We were going to set peace, Anya.''

''I know, Lexa.'' Even the rim of her own name felt unfamiliar. She did not feel like anything could ever cover up what she felt inside. Not until another familiar face entered her vision and the throbbing of her head paused for a split second.

''Heda, I believe that took you long enough.'' He offered her a sympathetic smile.

''Gustus.'' She did not care she was showing her walls of weakness at the moment. These were the two people who had watched her grow to be their leader. Without the help of their advance who knows where she would be right now. The most likely option was death, which would stable the situation ironically.

''Don't tire yourself, Heda.'' He answered. ''You need all the energy for what is yet to come towards you.'' Those simplest of words scared her, unknowingly what was to come to her. Only they could know what was she guessed. But she entrusted these people with her life, another ironic aftermath of a decision she made.

She realized her body was rested upon something smooth, a soft surface to strap her back to reality whenever needed would not be truly what she wanted. She wanted far from reality since the face of the woman she failed to protect was stuck in her mind. After everything she has endured, her fight could not be over yet. And that is the exact thing she was told by her former mentor.

''Yu gonplei nou ste odon, Lexa.'' Anya swifted a strand of hair behind the tip of Lexa's ear leaving the bewilderment on her face pretty obvious. It made Anya chuckle in response aggrieving she definitely knew something yet unknown to herself. Her lips felt dry when she tried to chaste them only to discover the ghost of her's left on both their graces.

''What do you mean?''

''It means you are not done, yet.'' Gustus added for Anya when she felt the need to step in conclusively.

Lexa hauled the somewhat thin cover off of her body and tried to raise herself in attempt, only to be met by an exclusive sting in her abdomen. She hissed surely by the pain what caused her to grit her teeth through an intake of breath.

''I said to not waste your energy, Lexa.'' The smile still lingered on his face, a somewhat distant look flowing through his eyes. Lexa wondered why, why did it feel like this was another closure to farewell. She could feel the tension in the air as it was not hard to read at all honesty. Just a moment before all of this, she had been hit by a bullet of her own loyal subject ambiguous to his position she had trusted him in. The Skaikru weapon in his grip was terrifyingly abnormal to her unlikeliness. The second she raced out of her room, she was met by what they called it the big end. The big end she and her people were nothing but patient for.

''You are not real, are you?'' She decided to ask because if she were right, what had it meant to be found out either way.

''We live in here.'' Anya tipped the race of where her heart was supposed to lie.

It was another moment for her to dominant her thoughts for clearance while they fought for something obvious. Of course they could not be truly alive, but Anya had yet to be disproved. She was right, they will forever remain in memory. After everything that has happened between them the littlest of anything could ever break that apart. None of their former enemies could be stripped off their right of disapproval.

''Don't ever forget that.'' Was the last thing she said before Lexa's sight started to blur. The panic was not enough for her reflexes to linger on her world of reality. Therefor this was her reality, her awful reality she could not stay in for any more time. However this would lead her to her new fate seemingly better than she had foreseen. But Lexa did not know what of all was coming back to her, as a matter of fact who she would be returning home to.

''I promise.'' That was the last thing she whispered before all darkness took over her existence extracting her from destination. But maybe that was okay, she just had to trust her mentor and her friend. Maybe it was okay for her to move on to something new, something she had yet to discover and take knowledge of. And however Lexa denied herself she still felt the tug at her heart of how her farewell affected all three of them. Promising to do better in another essence, that was yet to be provoked by all of her demons. Conversely she held on to the remembrance of the blonde who fell from the sky. Who fell all that way just to prove a point to her people and Lexa she was strong and independent. Even though Clarke never volunteered wherefore all of the pain she went through, the sky would be proud. Little did she know she was destined for something with yet an unlikely prospect to her own.

The last time she opened her eyes they met the flat absence of something that shimmered by the light in the space she was supposedly in. She noticed the sting in her abdomen had subsided and she immediately raised from her position, allowing her breath to feed the left of her lungs. Not wanting to admit she was in something admirable to a coffin, engraved by four walls purely made out of steel. What had come to her of survival at this rate of position? And how could she stop it from overflowing?

A knock on something solid is what took her by surprise.