She sees them all in Madi, bits of everyone she's ever loved, remnants of tragedies turned bedtime stories. There's Finn in her smile, and Wells in the purse of her lips. Miller is in every silent step closer, every deft move in a hunt. When she tilts her head in watch and contemplation, its Roan cataloguing interactions, when she perceives a lie but holds her tongue the eyes that watch are Niylah. The breath before levelling with a wound belongs to Jackson, her unbreakable spine is made of Raven, and there's Octavia in every time she jumps into the world with two feet. There's Jasper in the sway of her shoulders as she hums, Luna in the gaze of her eyes over water. Lincoln lives on in the way her hands nurture the plants around them, Nyko in how they cherish Shallow Valleys old traditions. With her arms crossed Madi becomes Fox, with her plaits and the set of her jaw she's Monroe. She's filled with Harpers unending trust - not blind, but true, loyal, decided - and Monty's deliberated words, his carefully measured silences. The survival instincts are Muphy's, but her carriage is strong and regal like Lexa. And then there's Bellamy, and her - the head and the heart. They're in Madi too, the parts of the girl that perhaps scare Clarke the most, the ones that have her agreeing to join a blood cult to save someone she loves, the self-sacrificing fierce determination that always seems to put her right in harms way.
These stories, these people are woven into the fabric of the girl.
With the ghosts thrumming through her bones, Clarke is not scared to leave her. Instead she mourns for the woman she will not meet. The one with the manner of a leader and the strength of a warrior but the smile of an artist. She mourns for yet another loss the young girl will have to bear. But she is not scared. No, because Clarke has fed her on stories of loss, on tales of scrappy children taking down mountains, of unlikely friends and unsung heroes, of things that had to be done. So she knows that she can leave, that she can finally fall tomorrow to Bloodreina, because she has them.