"Why did you leave." Her eyes are bleak, tired. She knew the facade would break sooner or later - but not this soon. "Clarke, it's 3 in the morn -" "Why did you leave me alone in my bed. Do you know what that did to me?" "Clarke." Lexa says her name as if it is a whispered prayer, a name too sacred to say any louder. "I was so scared. I'm sorry."