Clarke stood by the roaring flames. She could feel the skin on her face tight and dry against her from the heat, smoke and ash caught in her nose and hair. Her eyes were filled with the crawling flames devouring the wood and bodies of the fallen. A bead of sweat prickled down the back of her neck. Her gaze didn't waver from the hot embers beneath the flames, her emotions felt raw and too near the surface. It never stopped, the guilt coiling inside of her when she saw the bodies of those she'd failed.

"I've failed people under my protection too." A voice thick either from emotion or the smoke came from behind her shoulder.

Clarke shifted for the first time in hours so that she could see the side of Lexa's face where she stood solemnly guarding her back. Her other guards a more respectful distance back. Clarke found herself wondering why this girl, this junior second was the one to approach her next to the dying flames of her failure and grief.

Lexa cleared her throat. "On the Ark, there was never enough food, never enough water, air, space, clothing, everything was stretched to its furthest point just for survival." She paused and Clarke considered the type of life being described, but then Lexa continued, "Every year, to boost breathable air we allowed algae to bloom in our water supplies. To prevent death by dehydration Farm station would cut its crops. Everyone goes to half rations for a month to support the needs of the time. However, last year, it took longer to stabilize the breathable air with a proper amount of oxygen and the algae had to be kept in the water longer. We'd been on half rations for two months when an accident destroyed a week's worth of rations. According to law, only critical personnel are fed quarter rations in that type of situation."

Returning her gaze to the fire, Clarke understood. She knew that whatever had happened after that had been terrible. Hungry desperate people in an enclosed space were dangerous. It was why sieges were such an effective strategy. As the fear and desperation of the populace grew, order and stability would fracture. "What happened?"

"A mob formed. They made a rush for the mess hall where the food was being distributed to critical personnel." Lexa visibly shifted. "As a guard, my duty was to protect the ark. Which in that moment meant arresting every member of that mob. When I became a guard, I swore to protect my people. That day though, we arrested sixty people and every last one of them was executed. Which gave the council an idea on how to bring the crisis to an end. Every person over the age of fifty-five was asked to surrender themselves to be floated."

Clarke physically straightened, the concept of executing the elderly was horrifying. Not that it was too surprising. She had seen what hunger did to people. She had seen desperate people stuck in blizzards who had been forced to obscene lengths to survive. She had seen mothers who abandoned their young because there wasn't enough to feed them. Desperation was not a problem unique to sky. "How did you carry out such an order without causing rebellion?"

Lexa's voice was hoarse. "Lock down. Everyone was locked in their quarters and we went to every living space with those over the specified age and informed them of the council's 'request'." She spat the last part. "They were my people to protect, but I escorted innocent people, who had done nothing to deserve it, to be floated. However, the next day the algae bloom was ended and rations were increased. Hundreds lived because of the death of a few."

"A few?" Clarke asked, how was that possible. It should have been a massive cut to their population.

"All over the age sixty are floated, though it is considered a blessing to live that long." Lexa spoke calmly. "Every law held the death penalty. There was no mercy to be had. On the ark, I was ordered to kill innocent civilians. People who had a chance at a life and a future. You may have failed to protect these people from being forced to become monsters but you gave them the only mercy you could, a quick death and end to their suffering."

Clark watched as a log broke in half as the fire ate away at its center before speaking. "There may come a day when I order you to execute civilians. We may not face the same issues that you did in the sky but the world is not a kind place. I have laid waste to armies and made examples of their people. I have ordered good men to die horrific deaths. There is no excuse for these things but we must put the dead behind us to focus on what can be done for the living. The dead are gone the living are hungry."

"I'll follow your orders," Lexa said sharply, "because you're right, the dead are gone, and you've done more to give my people a hope for a future than the ark ever did."

"I would never ask my people to do something I would not do myself. There may have been strategic reasons to save your people but I prefer gifting hope to dealing death. I would not have my people take on the weight of more death when there was a better option." Clarke considered what she knew of the ark. Would they negotiate for the chance at a better life, or be willing to suffer the consequences of a war? She was unsure and it made her glad she had two armies heading to her position at that moment. If it was to be a war, it would be a quick one so that the fewest of her people would die. "A leader who does not feel the weight of every death is not a leader worth following." She thought of Nia and her arrogance and belief that the losses were worth it even if all they bought her was more fame.

"Your warriors feel the weight as well. Borkul's reaction to Miller's comment is evidence of that." Lexa replied.

Clarke closed her eyes, letting the dryness from the smoke dissipate before opening them again. "It is a weight that never leaves you but you do get better at holding up under it. These decisions are never easy but with time you do get better at making them despite the struggle."

"If it ever became easy, you would not be a Heda your men speak of with awe and would be willing to go and die for." Lexa said seriously.

She felt her chest ache with emotion. It was rare that she allowed herself to feel when she wasn't using those emotions as a weapon. It had been a useful conversation she knew, but she could not bear to let more of her jagged edges show. "Go, prepare Raven to demonstrate what she has made for the fog. I will join you when my vigil is complete."

"Sha, Clarke." The sound of a short bow and then retreating footsteps sounded out till Clarke was once again alone.

Time was ephemeral and seemingly eternal as Clarke remained standing. She felt the flames that were consuming the last of the pyre as if they were inside of her. This, this solidarity was all that she could offer to the men she had failed to save, so offer it she did. She wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there when she heard someone approaching once more. The heavy footsteps, purposely loud so as not to startle her, were easily recognizable. Not bothering to turn away, she spoke. "Jod."

"Heda." He intoned.

"What do you require?" She knew that there would be no demands for her on this day. At least… none that was pressing enough for her guard to disturb her from this.

The man's voice came with the warm familiarity of long companionship. "You see potential as a leader in my second."

"If you don't, you are fool. Which we both know you are not." Clarke replied. "Already, she has proved to be a leader to her people in every way that matters. Given time and experience, she will be something else entirely."

Jod was silent for a beat before speaking. "I am not sure how to teach her."

"You want my advice then." Clarke surmised easily.

"Yes," He let out a sigh. "She already knows how to lead and she knows the costs involved. Her unarmed combat is superb, already I feel confident in her work with a sword and will be adding a second to her training. The speed she learns our ways is… impressive. I would not discount her in a match against most warriors, but in other ways she is a child still."

Clarke considered the problem. It was true. The Skai children may be ignorant to the ways of the ground but they were knowledgeable in other areas and they had their own brand of wisdom. It was most obvious in Lexa but as the others grew and bonded with their firsts she was sure it would show more clearly in them as well. "They are not quite the children I have labeled them. Some show it more than others, but they were or nearly were fully trained members of their people. If the complaints Anya gives me are any indication, Raven was an expert in her field in the sky and struggles to give way to others."

Jod let out a subdued but amused sound. As her guard, he'd heard quite a bit of Anya's grumbling about the mechanic. "After this is over, I request leave to take her into the woods for a hunting season. By the time we return, she should be worthy of her marks as a warrior."

"You may have it." Clarke granted. Jod would have been given a time of leave soon anyways. Normally, he would use the time to return to his village and Clarke was sure that they would spend some time there as well. She was sure she could extend his leave some if it was necessary. Gaining a trained guard with only six months of effort was a boon that easily justified the sacrifice. Under normal circumstances, a guard candidate would arrive in Polis with their chief's recommendation. From there, if they impressed her guard they would be taken as a second. Anywhere from three to six years of intensive training that would be a drain on her guard's time was required before they could earn their marks. Sadly, the death rate of her guards was… high. There was a reason most guards were not trained for it but rather were full warriors she promoted to her guard.

"I will award her a mark of bravery for her actions in the culling." He said slowly. "She risked her life for a warrior not even in her own unit, to do otherwise would dishonor her. Also, I have been remiss in not giving her kill marks." He said carefully.

Clarke felt the skin between her eyes pinch. That was another problem with the Sky Fallen. It was obvious that they did not share the traditions that were the way of life on the ground. They did not acknowledge kills or the marks they left upon your soul. Would they understand the need to mark your body to acknowledge the mark on your soul? Or how the pain involved was a sign of respect to those killed? Who could teach them these things that were so intrinsic to the lives and culture of her people? Not all firsts could be trusted to be understanding of the ignorance of the Skai children. If they didn't learn there would be many more conflicts like the one between Borkul and Miller. Perhaps Lexa would be able to bridge the gap. She had seemed to understand the weight of lives and the burden of death.

"Explain to her the ritual and give her the marks for her kills. Do not question the number she gives you. Show her how to give marks to others and tell her that she may give the marks to those from the Skai who earned them before they joined us."

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Lexa used a stick with fabric tied around the end to clean the inside of her sheath of anything she'd missed after the battle. She was seated on a stool in a building that Raven had apparently requisitioned. It really shouldn't surprise her. "How'd you get an entire building again?"

"Brilliance." Raven muttered as she painted the clear glue she'd made along the edges of a gas mask. "Well that, and the blacksmith informed Anya that if I wasn't moved out of their forge, they'd be forced to move to another village."

"Huh." Lexa didn't really have much to say to that other than it boggled her mind. Not for the first time, she wished she'd had a chance to get to know Raven better on the Ark.

"She's the youngest zero g mechanic in fifty-two years." Finn proudly stated from where he was sitting on the bed.

Lexa stared at the former pretty boy. His face was still a rather mottled greenish color from the former bruising but the swelling had gone down, leaving his face looking more human. There were garish stitches visible across several gashes that Wells had sewn shut that looked nearly ready to be removed. Not that she could judge, she had a row of rough stitches across her eyebrow and several more underneath her clothes. Still, he looked far more human. "Why are you in here again?"

He flinched slightly from her venomous look. "I can't walk on my leg yet." The bandaged leg wiggled slightly. "So, I help with organizing the junk they find for her."

She narrowed her eyes. To be completely frank, she hated people like Finn who felt entitled to play with the emotions of others for their own gratification. Turning to Raven, she spoke carefully. "I can find something else for him to do."

Raven waved her off unconcerned. "It's fine, I'd have to train someone else up for that."

"Any of us Arkers could do it." She hedged cautiously.

Turning while setting down her work, Raven looked at her. "I appreciate it but I'm fine. You don't need to protect us all the time from every little thing. He's got a lot of groveling left to work through anyways."

Lexa winced, she may not exactly be friends with Raven but she deserved so much better than Finn Collins.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not… we're not that anymore, but he's still the closest thing I have to family." Raven said awkwardly. Clearly, she was pleased with conversations skirting the edges of feelings as Lexa was.

Nodding, Lexa let some of the tension drain from her. "Good."

"Hey!" Finn sounded indignant from his spot.

Lexa stared at him unimpressed. "Don't."

Finn threw up his hands. "Seriously, what is your problem with me? You haven't liked me since day one on the drop ship?"

"You don't think about anyone but yourself till after you've acted Collins. I don't think you're a bad person, just a selfish one." She snapped.

The tent fell silent awkwardly. Raven didn't protest the statement and continued to work on sealing the masks while Finn shuffled uneasily before pulling wires out of what looked like a broken speaker. Lexa breathed out, glad that conversation was over with and returned to cleaning her weapons. The ground demanded violence for survival. She and hers were not going to die because her sword or a dagger got caught in a dirty sheath.

They worked together in silence for some time before the door to the single roomed building was opened sharply. Lexa jumped to her feet and fell into attention as Clarke entered the room with Ryder at her shoulder. "Heda."

Clarke's eyes focused in on her. Lexa felt the familiar sensation she had whenever Clarke focused her attention on her like this. It was like she'd touched a livewire. Especially in situations like this, where she could tell instantly that this was Heda before her not Clarke. Though it seemed like an age, it wasn't long before Clarke turned her attention to Raven. "Raven, you have been given time and resources to fulfill your promise to get my warriors through the fog."

Raven seemed slightly unsure of how to act as she stood up stiffly. "I've got six suits and just sealed the last mask. I can't get you more than that for another week unless you want to assign some workmen to me." She cocked her hip to the side while gesturing to the pile of truly odd looking suits and the masks lined up on a shelf.

"And they work?" Clarke asked seriously, looking at the suits dubiously.

"We haven't had a chance to test them yet, but theoretically they should work." Raven replied.

Clarke seemed to consider the suits before speaking in a practiced tone that was devoid of emotion. "Would a prisoner sent into the fog suffice?"

Raven paled at that while Lexa decided to cut in before someone said something they shouldn't. "The suits can be tested with water to check for leaks. The masks though…" She trailed off and considered options. "Do you have a gas that we could use to check the breathing apparatuses?"

"The sap of some of the trees in the region can be turned into a poisonous smoke." Clarke replied, looking thoughtful. "So, we need merely toss someone in the river in one of these suits and then have them attempt to breathe poisonous air wearing one of these masks to be sure?"

"Yup." Raven said. "That would work. Though, if the masks don't work the person inside of the suit is going to be breathing poisonous smoke." She winced. "I can't be 100% sure that they're going to work without testing them."

Clarke waved her off while turning to Ryder. "Go, fetch ranger Borkul. I believe we've found a way for him to pay for his actions."

"Sha, Heda." Ryder acknowledged before he looked over at Lexa seriously. She understood the message and quickly moved so that she was standing protectively near Clarke. He gave her a quick nod before ducking out of the building.

Raven tilted her head. "Wait, what on earth did Borkul do that you're going to make him possibly breathe in poisonous smoke?"

A single eyebrow rose on Clarke's face, though she looked more amused than anything else much to Lexa's relief. "He struck someone under my protection. To do so is to challenge not only my authority but the coalition."

Lexa paused. "Because we're your wards?"

Clarke looked at her in confusion. "Costia and Lincoln didn't explain exactly what being my ward means did they?"

"Just that we were under your protection." Lexa said exchanging a confused look with Raven.

"It means you are loyal to the Spirit of Heda. If I die, you would be bound to whoever the Spirit choses. You have sworn your loyalty not to a person but to an eternal spirit. The Spirit of Heda is not just a leader to us but a religious figure. It means that I do not represent just one clan but all clans and the will of the spirits on earth. To betray Heda is to betray all of that and is therefore a more serious offense. If you were to do as Lincoln has done and act against my orders, it would not just be a punishable offence. It would be considered treason against the coalition and the spirits and would be treated accordingly. However, while the punishments for acting against Heda are more serious, you are more protected. To attack one protected by Heda is a very serious offense and one that is dealt with some of our most severe punishments. You need not fear attack. Unless your oaths are invalidated, an attack against you is most unwise. By instigating an attack against one of my wards, Borkul challenged my authority. If he had done so while drunk, or in a more private setting, I may have been capable of showing mercy. In this case, he is fortunate he had reason to strike Miller or I would have been forced to have him executed. His punishment will act as a warning and reminder of your protected position." Clarke explained, sounding almost tired of the details.

"That's messed up." Finn said from where he was still sitting.

Lexa slapped his foot that was near her. He let out a stifled yelp. She attempted to distract Clarke. "What would be cause to declare our oaths invalid?"

Clarke seemed unbothered by Finn's offensive interruption. "That is up to my discretion." She turned her gaze on Raven. "Tell me, if successful how many of these suits can you make?"

Raven shrugged. "Depends on how long you give me, and how many gas masks we can find. I could build those, but that would take time. If you want to march an army through that fog even with my brains I'm going to need to train some peeps to help out with some of the more menial chores. With some aid, I could equip them in a year. That is, if you can get me the materials I would need."

"In the next week?" Clarke asked.

Raven sighed. "Two, maybe. The suits aren't the problem, it's the masks." She picked one up to show. "If it was just the visor part, I could get it done. If we can't find enough masks with intact filters though, it starts to get complicated. I could make them, but they'd have to have the filters replaced after every use. So, testing them wouldn't work. It would be dangerous." A gleam showed in Raven's eye that Lexa was learning was a sign of her being excited about something. Of course, poisonous gas would make her happy.

"Heda," Ryder opened the door. "I've brought the warrior you ordered."

"Ah, warrior Borkul." She turned, facing the massive warrior, who looked prepared to be executed.

He bowed. "Heda."

"I've settled on your punishment. Since your crime was an attack on one of my wards, you will assist another one of them in completing their duty to the coalition." She pronounced.

"Sha, Heda." His bow deepened. "Thank you for showing mercy."

She raised a brow. "You may decide if it was mercy or not if you survive." With that, she swept out of the building with Ryder following her.

The warrior left behind awkwardly straightened, looking uncertain about his fate. Lexa noticed he blanched slightly when he spotted her. Stepping towards him, she decided to see what she could do to make peace with him. After all, they needed to integrate and it was easy enough to be friendly. "You'll be helping us test the suits Heda asked us to make to allow our forces through the fog. Hopefully it won't be anything too harrowing."

Raven laughed as she strutted over and slapped the giant warrior on the shoulder. "Let's check the suit first." She hauled up a giant odd looking suit of sewn together and treated leather. "How do you feel about swimming?"

He stared at her like she had a second head. "It's… alright…?"

"Oh good, cause we're going to chuck you into the river." She smiled happily. "So, get changed, chop chop."

"What?!"

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"So, how's the suit feel?" Raven asked as she stood in front of her new test subject.

Borkul shifted anxiously. "A bit tight…" He gestured to where the leather was stretched across his chest.

Lexa had to resist laughing as she stood beside Anya and Wells as they watched what was turning into a show for the whole village. Anya spoke lowly. "She's completely insane."

"Probably." Lexa said not even bothering to defend Raven. She'd been getting the mad scientist who should not be trusted with explosives vibe from her for a while now.

Wells tilted his head. "She's one of the greatest mechanics we'd ever had on the Ark. I saw her file. She wasn't considered physically fit to become a zero-g mechanic, but her scores were so high they made an exception. She broke the test."

Lexa turned away from watching with amusement as Raven helped Borkal strap into the suit properly. "Broke the test?"

"Yeah, perfect score on the written exam, third person to do that ever. On the practical exam, she beat out everyone in speed and competency." He said, his voice clearly fairly awed. "She'd have been a section chief before she was twenty-six. Probably would have had a chance at a council seat."

Blinking, she looked back at Raven. "So, basically, we were doomed to be dealing with her slight obsession with explosions regardless of our trip to the ground?" Shaking her head, she continued. "Good to know."

"What is a zero-g mechanic?!" Anya asked in a slightly desperate and exasperated voice, her hands flopping at her sides. "You all keep saying that, and that infuriating girl keeps saying it but, what is it?"

Wells smiled softly. "In the sky, our most precious resource was our technology. Mechanics repair, build, and maintain our technology. To be a zero-g mechanic one must be able to do all that, but to do so while outside of the Ark. Outside of the ark, you are exposed to all the dangers of space. There is no air and no gravity to keep you grounded. The closest parallel I can think of to something here on the ground would be fighting while submerged entirely in water. You are also isolated from help. It takes so long to get someone equipped to survive outside the Ark that by the time anyone would be able to come to help, you would likely be dead. Death was not uncommon even for the very skilled. It is considered a profession that requires great risk, as well as great skill. She would have been highly valued on the ark."

"That is why she is so rude then?" Anya asked seeming to fall serious.

"Probably, yes." He said.

Anya's spine straightened before she barked out at Raven. "Oh, get on with it already. We already know the damn thing will work."

Raven laughed before giving Borkul a hard push, sending him tumbling into the river. He let out a great cry of surprise as he hit the water with a great splash. Spluttering, he stood up from where he had almost fallen, the water was rising to his armpits. Glaring up at Raven darkly, he began to swear violently under his breath.

"So, how're you doing down there?" Raven grinned, hands on her hips. "You getting wet or still dry?"

The man looked surprised. "Dry."

The gathered Trikru murmured in surprise. Raven whooped in victory. "Alright, try waving your arms around a bit."

Borkul's brow crinkled in concentration as he began to follow her instructions. Looking back up, he smiled hesitantly. "I think it is good."

Anya stepped forward. "Come on out then, we have another test to get through."

"Don't be a spoil sport. The suits work!" Raven grinned triumphantly at her. "Told you."

Rolling her eyes heavenward, Anya reached into her boot and pulled out a small and clever knife. She tossed it towards Raven, who caught it awkwardly. "The hell?!"

"Try not to get yourself killed." Anya snarked before moving to make sure Borkul got out of the water.

Lexa glanced at Wells. "Well at least one of us other than Octavia is integrating well."

"I would not have expected it to be her." He said easily.

She smiled, watching Raven and Anya snapping back and forth at each other while a pale Borkul was hauled out of the river. "I think it is a good thing it is her though."

Wells became serious and stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I've been meaning to speak to you. I know how the mountain is fighting the Trikru."

Moving with forced casualness, she pulled him closer to the river and away from any bystanders. Turning, she hissed, "What?"

"I saw a camera in a tree." He stuffed one hand into a pocket. "It makes sense. You'd need to be more technologically advanced than the people we've met so far to be able to turn people into reapers. It would explain how they know to send out the fog."

Lexa bit her lip in thought. "We'll need to speak to Raven after she proves her gasmask works." Reaching out, she grabbed Wells' hand. "Come with me."

They walked silently towards the small fire that everyone was avoiding like the plague. Lexa winced as she saw the wood in the fire was one that they'd all been instructed to not burn unless they wanted a painful death. She noticed Borkul looking grim but determined as Raven was making sure his mask was sealed in place just right.

Breathing in, he gripped Raven's arm. She just nodded at him and rested her hand on his back. He breathed deep, shoulders dropping back, and then he walked towards the small fire. Leaning in over the fire, he put his face in the smoke and just stood there. Everyone held their breath, Lexa's hands were gripping each other behind her back in a vice. After a pause that seemed to stretch on and on, Borkul stepping back from the fire and turned back to them. Only his eyes could really be seen but it wasn't long before he was jumping up and down and letting out a happy cheer.

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"What on earth has got your panties in a twist you two? Like I just made gas suits with dark age level technology, thank you very much. We should be celebrating. Borkul even said he'll name his first child after me. Today's a good day." Raven dropped down on a crate across from where Wells was sitting.

Lexa couldn't bring herself to sit, she was too tense. She spoke before Wells could try the diplomatic approach. That was not the correct way to go about things with Raven. "When the ark falls, they will almost certainly engage the Trikru and the coalition in war." She tilted her chin up. "If we haven't solidified our presence, there is nothing stopping Clarke from declaring our oaths invalid and using us as prisoners. She would have to be a terrible leader to not recognize the opportunity we present as a way of manipulating the people from the Ark and she is not a terrible leader."

Raven pulled her hair that had been hanging loose about her shoulders back into a ponytail like always. "Yeah, but we've known that from the start. Plus, it's not like the Ark is an actual threat to the grounders. Heda doesn't strike me as the sort to kill us for no reason. Still, it sounds like you have thoughts about what we should do about this. So, what's the plan?"

"We need something to offer them, something that will make us accepted. It will be better if we are considered one of them and valuable recruits when the Ark comes." She gestured at Wells. "He noticed a camera in the woods during the culling of the ripa."

She leaned back, frowning. "You think the mountain has a camera system then?"

"Could you take it down?" Lexa asked gritting her teeth to keep from demanding she come up with a way to bring the cameras down and win their place as grounders.

Raven gripped her knees. "Yeah, EMPs would do it. It might take a couple of them though. I don't think I have enough tech to build one with that wide of a range but I could build enough small ones to take the things out in a week or so."

"That's not enough." Wells looked pained. "We might be able to win our position with that but it would take more to win mercy for the Ark. If the Ark fights against them and you know they're arrogant enough to try, they'll be slaughtered. The guard isn't capable of defending against a professional army. You weren't there but they made killing those ripa look like a game. This isn't even a full army, this is just Heda's personal scouts and light weight troops."

Lexa winced. "No, it will not go well for the Ark if they don't bow to Clarke."

"They'll never do that." Raven groaned. "I say fuck the Ark. Everyone I care about is already on the ground. It's not like they cared enough to try and save us when we were in trouble. Why should we have to save them?"

Lexa's knuckles turned white from how hard she was clenching her fists. "We swore ourselves to the coalition, but that doesn't mean we can just abandon the Ark! Just because you don't have anyone you care about on the Ark doesn't mean that's true for the rest of us. We can't just stand by and let our families and friends get slaughtered. We have to do what we can."

"I got it." Raven raised her hands. "So, any ideas on how we're going to magically make the scary warlord willing to negotiate around the Arker's pride? Cause like, I've only seen her a handful of times, and she did not seem like the sort to take that kind of bullshit. Hell, she almost executed Borkul for throwing a punch."

Wells rested his head on his folded hands. "I think there's only one thing we can do." Lexa and Raven both looked at him, waiting for him to continue. He cleared his throat. "The thing that's helped us win the most credibility is Raven's innovations to help deal with the mountain. We just have to do more of that. We have to be an invaluable tool to them taking down the mountain. If we can help them conquer the mountain, we'll be heroes."

"We'd be valuable enough she might protect us and listen to us even through the political nightmare that the arrival of the Ark will represent." Lexa said. "How are we supposed to help takedown a force that the grounders have feared for generations though?"