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Love is weakness. I've been telling myself this ever since I received Costia's head. They took her from me because I loved her, and she loved me. The only logical thing to remember now is that love is weakness. I need to distance myself from any emotion that isn't anger- the only emotion that lets me do what needs to be done. Logic has yet to fail me. If I put my people first, if I make sure the alliance with the 12 nations doesn't fail, everything will be fine.

I traded my people for the Sky People, it was the logical way to get them out alive. By killing the alliance I made with the Sky People, it ensured that my own would make it out. It was the right thing to do, they were trespassing on our land anyway. They burned down an entire village, blew up a bridge that had survived 97 years, burned 300 of my people alive, and tested my warriors and my every last nerve. Our alliance couldn't have lasted forever, it was only made to get our people out of Mount Weather alive, and I got mine.

Love is weakness. My people are better off if I don't allow myself to feel. I can't let what happened to Costia happen again. But when I look at her, I don't feel weak. There's a spark inside of me- reminding me that I'm still alive. This Sky Princess has become dear to me, and I feel sick for leaving her behind. It was the logical thing to do. We all would have died if I wouldn't have taken The Mountain Men's offer. My people will continue to live another day, but when I close my eyes I see the fate I left the Sky People to.

"Clarke." The name comes out broken. My mouth is dry, my lips are cracked. I left her to die. "Love is weakness." I tell myself again, this time out loud.