There's a trail of black blood leading down the hallway. Clarke slowly follows, dreading what she'll find at the end. Visions of Lexa lying on the floor dead dance behind her eyes. Her heart drops in to her stomach when she finds herself outside the doors to the throne room. Her steps grow slower until she's standing right in front of the doors. She wonders for a moment why there are no guards around then she hears stifled crying. Taking a chance, she reaches out, opening the door and steps inside.
It takes a minute for her eyes to process what she's seeing. There are seven bodies. Seven little bodies. She recognizes all of them, having spent much time with them in the past weeks. She slowly looks at them each, seeing their wounds, seeing the blood, hoping they did not suffer too greatly. Finally, her eyes fall on Lexa. She's kneeling by Aden, his eyes glassy, staring at the ceiling, seeing nothing. She knows Aden was Lexa's favourite. He was the first to come to Polis after her conclave.
Clarke steps carefully around the bodies until she comes to Lexa. She says nothing, kneeling next to her. Slowly, she reaches out and lightly closes Aden's eyes. If she doesn't look at the gaping wounds in his chest, it looks like he's just sleeping.
Lexa looks up at Clarke. Her eyes are red and puffy. It was obvious she'd been crying for a while, unable to do what she'd meant to when she came back to the room. Tentatively, Clarke wiped the tears from her cheeks, trailing back to push brown hair away from Lexa's face.
"He was the best. He tried so hard to learn so much," her voice is low, just barely above a whisper.
Lexa looks back down at the boy who she had come to regard as a little brother. Holding back more tears, she presses a light kiss to his forehead. "Yu gonpei ste odon."
She continues around the room, repeating the process with each child. With each one, she tells Clarke something about them, her voice choking up every once in a while. Clarke listens closely, committing each fact to memory. She doesn't want their memory to disappear.
Finally, Lexa turns to Clarke and motions to the door. "Titus will arrange for a funeral pyre. Let us go. I have someone I must deal with."
Without a word, Clarke leads the way from the room. She pauses down the hall, looking back to see Lexa closing the door.