In the common room, she poured a mug of wine and drank it. She refilled it and looked at her hand, which was starting to hurt. Her knuckles were bruised and one had a small cut on it, probably from one of Murphy's teeth. Clarke stuck her finger in the wine and rubbed it on her cut.

She sat down with a sigh. Not knowing who to trust was making everything worse. She pulled the notebook from her pocket and started to jot down notes while she drank. Clarke started with Lexa's death. She went from there to what Murphy told her about being in Titus' custody, the Polaris escape pod, the woman under the mushroom cloud, and the first Natblida. After that, she went on to Jaha, the City of Light, the hologram A.I. that Murphy mentioned, and the two chips in her possession.

She stopped there. She hadn't kept track of how much wine she drank and was feeling the effects. Clarke carefully returned the notebook to her pocket and checked the other pocket for the chips. Then she stumbled to her feet and carefully walked to her room. She put the dagger on and wished for a pistol.

Two large piles of bedding took up half her bed, and Clarke sighed again. She was getting tired of crying, but grief overwhelmed her at times. This was one. She was drunk and Lexa was silent, and she never felt more alone in her life.

She heard Roan's voice, and Murphy's, and dropped to her knees. She buried her face in her bed to stifle her sobs. She didn't hear the door open, but she heard Roan's sigh, and felt him kneel beside her. He put his arm around her, but said nothing until her breathing returned to something like normal.

"Perhaps we should move her things," he suggested, his voice soft.

"No." She raised her head, looked at him and sniffled. "I miss her, and taking her things away isn't going to change that."

He nodded. "You still have to do your duty."

"I'm well aware of my duty," Clarke spat. She hated that word. "I'm doing everything you want. I spent most of the day with Ontari. She hijacked my breakfast with my mom, who I haven't seen in weeks, and then I had lunch with her. We met with the Floukru ambassador and convinced him again that the alliance is best for his people. And then I find out that someone's been in my room, and Titus tried to get in, and he threatened me to my face. I'm tired and I'm scared and I can't figure out what's going on. You're leaving, and Murphy's leaving, and I'm going to have to sleep with one eye open because I can't trust anyone." Trust her.

"Titus tried to get in here."

"Yeah. Murphy was here, and he said the guards did their job. But somebody came in and left another chip in my room."

"Where did it come from?"

"I don't know. I'm trying to find out if any Skaikru are spying for Jaha. Did you miss the part about Titus threatening me?"

"I heard, Clarke. I must return to my capital. There are many things that should have been done. I will take care of your guards tonight. You will be safe. I will leave Murphy here, if you wish."

"He's safer away from here. He's your insurance policy."

"Insurance policy?"

"If anything happens to me, he knows the most important parts of what I know."

"Why did you hit him?"

"I lost my temper."

"He said something."

"Sha." Clarke sighed again. "I know he's branwada, but don't hurt him."

"I will have him trained to fight."

Clarke barked a laugh. "Ok. That sounds good."

"I will return to Polis as soon as I can. If you must leave, come to me. The documents in your saddlebag will ensure safe passage through my lands."

"Thank you."

"I wish I could do more, Clarke." Roan stood. "We must leave soon. Wash your face and come to the common room."

She nodded, and after he left, she got up and went to the bathroom. She washed her hands and face, and ran her fingers through her hair. She took a few minutes to put a few braids in and adjusted the dagger on her thigh.

100 – 100 – 100

Shortly after Clarke and Roan left, Murphy and his fat lip went up to knock on Abby's door. Marcus answered, and the first thing he asked was, "What happened?"

"Clarke punched me."

Marcus stepped back to let him in. "Abby, someone's here to see you."

She came out of a room in the back and sighed when she saw Murphy. "What did you do now, John?"

"I pissed off your daughter," he answered and held the note out.

Abby came and got it. She opened it, read it, and handed it to Marcus. "Is it safe to assume we're going to hear one or two of the long stories you and Clarke have been holding back?"

"Yeah."

"Let me see your face first."

He tried to duck away, but she was used to people trying to avoid treatment and caught his chin. He winced, but let her move it and open his lip. "You'll live," she said. "Marcus and I were headed to a pub one of the healers recommended, but we can eat here if you rather."

"No, the pub's a good idea."

Murphy had two guards tonight, and Abby told them where they were going. One guard walked ahead and the other behind. Murphy hated small talk and sucked at it, but he tried. "How was your day?

"Not nearly as exciting as yours."

"Mine was very boring, very interesting, and very boring again," Marcus volunteered.

"Do tell."

"Wait for a meeting," Marcus said. "Go to the meeting. Wait for supper."

"I went to the market with Miller and his boyfriend, and then Clarke punched me in the mouth."

"For going to the market?"

"No, I said something to her that I know now to never say again."

"Something about Lexa?" Marcus guessed.

"No, it was about Clarke."

"Good for her," Abby said. "I learned how to prepare herbs for salve. What I wouldn't give for a food processor."

"What do you have to do?" Marcus asked.

"Grind them up with a mortar and pestle. It's harder than it sounds."

"What's the hospital like?"

"It's actually pretty nice. Very clean. Very professional. Very 1800s. I'll be glad when my things arrive."

"They should be here soon. Heda Ontari sounded very excited this morning."

"I think that had more to do with Clarke than anything else."

"You've got to be kidding me," Murphy said.

"John, do you have an opinion?"

"Not one I'm willing to share. But Clarke will probably punch me again later."

"Maybe this time you'll duck."

"She's a lot faster than you'd think," he answered, remembering how quickly he hit the floor with a knife at his throat.

Abby laughed. "Clarke has excellent reflexes."

"I noticed."