"Clarke..." Abby calls her gently as she comes to stand next to her daughter. Clarke doesn't move, she just stands there looking down blankly. For how creepy it might sound, the girl has spent the entire night in the medical center by Lexa's side, never once letting go of the girl's limp hand. Abby's not sure whether Clarke is holding onto Lexa to feel like she's still here somehow or in the desperate hope of being able to transfer some warmth back to that now cold body. Looking in her daughter's eyes, though, she's not even sure the girl has any reason at all. Her eyes are cast down, but not quite looking at Lexa's figure. Those blue orbs that had been so full of life just the day before, as the two girls were holding each other lovingly, are now completely empty. They say the eyes are the mirror of the soul and maybe it's true, because Clarke can't feel anything right now, she's just empty.

Abby gently places a hand on her daughter's forearm in an attempt to get some kind of reaction from the girl. Not raising her head, Clarke murmurs in a voice so low her mother almost doesn't notice she's talking.

"We should take her back to the capitol. Her people deserve to a have the chance to say goodbye properly."

"Okay." Slowly she lowers her hand until it's resting on Clarke and Lexa's joined ones. She waits a second there and, when she sees no refusal from the blonde, she pushes her fingers between the girls' hands before grabbing her daughter's and pulling it away from the hold she has on Lexa's. Contrary to her expectations, Clarke doesn't protest and it breaks Abby's heart to see her kid so lost and broken. She caresses the top of the girl's hand with her thumb for a while before talking again.

"The funeral ceremony is starting in a moment. Do you think you can come say one last goodbye to your people? Hers and yours. Both the grounders and our people would appreciate you being there." It's a good thing she's staring closely at Clarke or she would've missed the almost imperceptible nod the girl gives her in response. With that Abby starts walking towards the door bringing her daughter out of the room with her.

As soon as Clarke is out in the main yard where a funeral pile has been set, Octavia and Raven rush towards her to bring her in for a hug. The broken girl doesn't move, though. She doesn't return the embrace and she doesn't even seem to acknowledge the presence of her friends, her gaze staring blankly at somewhere in front of her. The two girls look at her for a moment, worry covering her features, and then they turn to Abby as if to ask her silently how Clarke is holding on. The woman's eyes water when she shakes her head sadly, because her daughter isn't holding at all, she's falling to pieces and Abby doesn't know what to do to help.

When Clarke is asked to light the pyre on fire, because the honor should be hers since she's the Commander of Death, she doesn't realize her legs have moved until she feels the hard material of a torch being placed in her hand. Her body is moving on its own accord, like it remembers what to do from that time she had to burn Finn's body in TonDC. She doesn't know where it comes from, but somehow she manages to murmur "Yu gonplei ste odon." as the bodies on the pyre start to burn.

After the ceremony, Lexa's generals, Clarke, Abby and Kane reunite in the council room to decide how to bring the Commander's body back to Polis and who of the Sky People is going to come to the Capitol to be present at the ceremony. It takes them a good half an hour to come to an agreement. Clarke doesn't talk for the whole time, she just stands there in a corner of the room staring blankly at the arguing people. No one tries to ask for her opinion, both because they know she won't answer and because they're not even sure she's hearing anything of what is said. In the end, the grounder warriors give in and they agree that the safest way to transport the body is with the Skaikru's rover. Kane will drive and Abby will be in the car with him, while Clarke will be riding her horse alongside the generals. There was no doubt Wanheda would be going to Polis, but as per Kane and Abby their reasoning were that he should be present as their clan leader and she wanted to be close to her daughter as she's mourning Lexa's death.


Clarke is standing by her horse, putting the last of her things in the saddlebags, when a man approaches her from behind.

"You know, I might have a way for you to see your precious Commander again..."

Jaha. It's been forever since she last saw the man. Not that she missed his presence, that is. She knew he wasn't completely normal when he kept muttering about a City of Light he planned to find, but this, this is a whole new level of craziness. Something in her eyes must show what she's thinking, because the man, who is now standing in front of her, soon adds: "You think I'm crazy, but I'm not. There's this place, the City of Light, where there's no death. Everyone who died on this Earth is there. I've seen it myself."

"You're high."

"I'm not. I've never been more sober." With that he takes something from his pants pocket and hands it to Clarke. It looks like some sort of chip. The blonde eyes it for a moment before looking at Jaha as if to ask what the hell she is supposed to do with that thing.

"I just want to help you, Clarke. Take it. It's the Key to the City of Light. You just have to swallow it, close your eyes and focus on the person you want to see again and you'll find yourself in this virtual reality where no death is present."

"That easy, eh? Thanks, but I'm not taking that thing." She says harshly.

"well, that's a pity." He states before moving the chip back in his pocket. "Her death doesn't have to be the end."

Don't be afraid, Clarke. Death is not the end.

"Shut up." She's not even sure whether she's saying this to Jaha or to the voice in her head that's replaying Lexa's words.

"You're just afraid, Clarke." Don't be afraid.

"I said shut up!" She cries shaking her head in order to get rid of the small voice that's haunting her mind. The man realizes he must've touched a sore spot, but he doesn't let the girl's words stop him from taking the chip out and placing it in Clarke's hand.

"What are you doing?! I don't want your stupid key to this City of Light!"

"Yes, you do." With that he closes Clarke's hand around the chip and he turns to go back inside the walls of Arkadia. The girl stares at his back for a while before turning back to her horse and raising her hand over her head to throw the chip into the woods. She's about to let it go when she remembers another conversation she and Lexa had right before the battle.

What I can promise is that I'm going to do anything in my power to come back to you, ai hodness.

I promise you too.

Maybe she should keep the chip with her. If Jaha is right, it might be her only way to get back to Lexa as promised.


Once in Polis Lexa's body is cleaned by a few handmaids and redressed in clean clothes. A small altar is built in the throne room for just the Nightbloods and the clan leaders to say their own personal farewell to the late Commander before the public ceremony starts.

The second Clarke enters the room, where Titus and the kids are having a moment to say goodbye to their beloved Heda, the youngest Natblida rush towards her to embrace her tightly in a group hug. Abby and Kane, who are still standing by the doors, are shocked by this much affection displayed by the children for Clarke and even more by the fact that, since Lexa's death, this is the first time Clarke's eyes don't look as blank and lost as before. They're filled emotion, love, and Abby wants to cry because she was beginning to think she'd never see life in those beautiful blue eyes again. It's clear to her and Marcus that a lot of things have changed in the week the girl was here in Polis before the battle and a strong bond was formed between Clarke and the Nightbloods. When the first group of children lets her go, another group of older-looking kids moves to hug her. They take their time, each waiting patiently for their turn to be held by the Sky girl. For last is a boy that Clarke addresses as Aden and they guess he must be the one to have become closest to the blonde. From their position they can barely make out his face, but it's enough to tell he's trying to stay stoic as tears threaten to fall down his cheeks. They see Clarke holding herself together and acting strong for the broken boy in front of her and for all of them really. It's such a mother-like action to put her pain aside for a moment in order to infuse strength into these children and teens she obviously loves so much.

After Clarke and Aden break out of their embrace, Titus, who had kept to the side, takes a few steps forward to speak to the girl.

"I believe the Nightbloods have something for you, Wanheda." At the words Clarke turns towards the kids questioningly until she hears Aden clear his throat. She looks at him and for a moment she doesn't understand why the boy is holding out a knife in his hands, but then it clicks.

"Lexa's knife." She whispers surprised. "Doesn't it belong to the one of you who'll become the next Commander?"

"It does." Aden smiles softly at her before adding: "We talked about it and we've all agreed it should be yours. So every time you use it it'll be like Lexa is protecting you." Murmurs of agreement come from the other Natblida.

Clarke is at a loss of words and she just stands there staring at the knife Aden has placed in her hand. When her gaze comes up again to look at the kids, her eyes are watery, though her tears stay unshed, and her voice wavers slightly as she says: "Mochof." Thank you.

It's a guard to interrupt the moment to announce that it's time to start the ceremony. He's soon followed by other three guards carrying a wooden stretcher with them. As gently as it can be expected by four warriors they move Lexa's body onto it before lifting it up to rest it on their shoulders. They exit the room first with everyone else in tow and they walk like this to the main square where a pyre is ready. The crowd of grounders is standing in circle around it but leaving enough space for all of the clan leaders, including Roan who had been nominated King of Azgeda, to stand on the step that was built all around the pyre. Each clan leader is given a torch, because it feels about right to give every clan the honor to light the funeral pile on fire. Clarke and Titus receive their torches as well, since they hold a high role as the Commander of Death and the Flamekeeper.

Titus raises his hand asking for silence and, when the area falls perfectly quiet, he starts speaking.

"People of Polis, members of the Coalition, it is with a sad heart that we stand here today to say goodbye to our beloved Commander. I'm sure you all can agree when I say Lexa was special. She was a visionary and no Commander before had been as wise as her. She believed in a world where we could live in peace, united as one. It is our duty now to keep this union alive in honor of her hard work." He pauses a moment to wait for the voices in the crowd to grow silent again, then he concludes: "Yu gonplei ste odon, Leksa kom Trikru. Gonplei kom Heda kigon feva." You fight is over, Lexa of the Tree People. The Commander's fight goes on.

"Yu gonplei ste odon, Heda." Everyone in the crowd exclaims.

"Maybe Wanheda wishes to say something as well." The bald man offers looking at the girl standing next to him. Clarke nods thankfully before turning to glance at Kane for a moment. The Sky leader looks back at her questioningly, but when she starts talking he understands.

"It's something my people say as a wish given to our dear ones who have passed." She waits for Kane to catch up before they speak the next words in chorus, joined by Abby from the crowd.

"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." And with that all the clan leaders lower their torches to light the pyre on fire before stepping back down.


It's sunset when the last of the flames is dying down. A pile of ashes is all that is left of Lexa and the wood that formed the pyre. The crowd has left a little at a time until only Clarke and Aden are left in the square. They stand there just silently staring at the fuming ashes for what feel s like forever. When Aden turns to leave, the sound of Clarke's voice stops him in his tracks.

"Why is it goodbye?" She asks looking up at the boy for a second. She knows he's not following, so she continues while moving her eyes back on what used to be her girlfriend's body. "There's absolutely nothing good about it. It's like something bad that's going to get even worse, like a storm without ending, like the last moment of composure before the inevitable break. It's not gracious and it's not meant to give hope that something good might come out of it. It's just the proof that you're already drowning and the worst part is that you haven't even hit the bottom of that ocean floor yet."

"Yeah, you're right. There shouldn't be a good in goodbye." And with that he finally walks towards the tower leaving Clarke alone.

After the silence,

After the last words.

Caught in the silence.

Caught in between.

After the madness.

After the slow shock.

Before the wave hits,

The flood comes rushing in.

This is the bad before the worse.

This is the storm before the storm.

I haven't even hit the bottom of this ocean floor.

This is the bend before the break.

This is the mercy not the grace.

This is the proof and not the faith I try to find.

There shouldn't be a good in goodbye.

If I never loved you,

If I never felt your kiss.

If I never had you.

I know that I...

I still would have mourned you.

I would have missed your smile.

If it wasn't so worth it,

This wouldn't be...

Oh, this wouldn't be

The bad before the worse.

And the storm before the storm.

I haven't even hit the bottom of this ocean floor.

This is the bend before the break.

This is the mercy not the grace.

This is the proof and not the faith I try to find.

There shouldn't be a good in goodbye.

I know this is gonna get better, oh.

I know this is gonna get better, oh.

I know...

This is the bitter not the sweet.

This is the take and not the keep.

And I haven't even reached the bottom of this ocean floor.

This is the bend before the break.

This is the mercy not the grace.

This is the proof and not the faith I try to find.

There shouldn't be a good in goodbye.

Yeah.

There shouldn't be good in goodbye.

There shouldn't be a good in goodbye.

Note: Hey there, my people! How's it going? Still broken hearted for Lexa's death? Don't worry, I am too, but her fight is over yet.

About that chip, instead, what do you think is going to happen? Clarke still has it with her and, who knows, she might as well use it at some point. Guess you're gonna have to stay tuned to find out. ;)

One last thing, for those of you who wish to listen to the song it's "Shouldn't be a good in goodbye" by Jason Walker. Enjoy your listening! ;)

Ok that's all. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! All your comments are more than appreciated! Xxx