Ontari took Clarke to her rooms. Clarke pulled a chair onto the balcony and took one of the bottles. She leaned back, put her feet on the low wall around the balcony, and settled in to spend the rest of the day in the lovely point between stupid drunk and mildly buzzed. She knew it wasn't the best use of her time, but she had to at least slow the constant onslaught of questions her brain produced.

Ontari pulled another chair out to sit with Clarke. She brought two swords and a couple smaller blades and was cleaning and sharpening them, not that they needed it. It gave her something to do other than stare at Clarke.

Clarke watched the sky and took a swallow from the bottle every time she felt her mood slip. She was enjoying the quiet afternoon, and as soon as she thought it wouldn't last, heard her name.

"What, Leksa? You really need to stop doing this."

"I know how to deal with Titus since you will not allow me to punish him as he should be punished."

"He'll punish himself plenty."

"When we speak to him, I will show myself."

"Oh, that won't freak him out at all."

"It will, and that is the point. Do not let him know that anyone other than you, Murphy, and we know what he did."

"He killed you."

"Sha."

"When that's done, Leksa, you need to leave Ontari alone. She needs to make her own way, and she'll never be able to do that if you keep taking over her body."

"It is only until you free me."

"You're dead. Your body is dead." Clark took three long swallows from the bottle and put beside her chair.

"My body is gone, but my soul is here, Klark. I will not leave you."

"You have to," Clarke insisted, and started crying. She made no sound, but tears streamed down her face.

"Osir keryon ste teina. My soul and her soul are the same. We will not leave you, Klark."

"Leksa, beja."

Ontari got up and knelt beside Clarke's chair. She put her hand on Clarke's cheek and turned her face. When Clarke saw Lexa's green eyes, she made a noise of distress, and Ontari stood. She swung her leg over Clarke's and pulled the blonde up so she could hold her.

Clarke sagged against her. "You can't keep doing this to me."

"Ai hod yu in, Klark."

"Sha, Leksa, I love you, too."

"Look at me."

When Clarke did, she saw the same affection they shared on Lexa's last afternoon.

"You will find the way, Klark. Jus drein jus daun."

"I don't know what you mean. I don't know what you want."

"Trust her, Klark. Love her. She needs you as I need you." She kissed Clarke's forehead, her cheeks, and finally, her lips.

Clarke sighed, and stayed forehead to forehead when the kiss finished.

"Klark," Ontari said.

Clarke immediately knew the difference between them.

"I am sorry I am not her."

"Don't. Don't say that. You didn't ask for any of this."

"Neither did you." Ontari continued to hold Clarke.

Clarke let her. She put her head on Ontari's shoulder and leaned into her, realizing for the first time just how drunk she was. Ontari moved one hand to cradle Clarke's head and stood still. It was too long for Clarke and not long enough for Ontari when Clarke said, "I have to sit down."

Ontari lowered Clarke to the chair and returned to her seat. Clarke leaned over, picked up the bottle and drained it. She laid her head back and closed her eyes. She listened to Ontari work. The regular sound of metal on the sharpening stone was calming, and Clarke let her mind drift until it carried her to sleep.

100 – 100 – 100

"I can't believe she talked to me like that," Abby fumed.

Marcus sighed. It was the third time Abby said that in as many hours. "Abby, Clarke is your child. She will always be your child, but she is not a child. You need to stop treating her like one."

"She doesn't know what she's doing."

"If she didn't know what she's doing, we would be dead. Ontari's army would have slaughtered us along with Pike. Lexa would have attacked us long before that if Clarke didn't convince her to change her mind. Clarke is intelligent and capable, and I trust her to do what's best for all of us."

"Did you see how she is with the new commander?"

"Can you imagine how confusing it must be for both of them to hear Lexa? And that's on top of how difficult their jobs are. Clarke is under an immense amount of stress. She's justifiably worried about what Titus will do. So is Ontari. You heard them. Ontari did not receive the training she should have. Her leader is leaving. He trusts Clarke to do what's right, to help Ontari do what's right."

"Do you know how much I hate it when you're reasonable?"

"One of us has to be, don't you think?" Marcus smiled at her. "Everything will be fine. Clarke will apologize in a few days, and you two can have the talk you've been putting off for months. I'll keep Ontari busy so you can have an hour or two together."

"All right," Abby conceded with a sigh.

"It looks like we have the rest of the day free. Let's explore Polis." He stood and held out his hand. Abby smiled and took it.

100 – 100 – 100

With their population reduced by six, Miller gave everyone the opportunity to switch rooms and roommates. When they finished, he found a piece of paper and a pencil and went from room to room writing down who was where. The biggest change was Harper and Monroe moving into the room across from Miller and Bryan in the center of the hall.

Once that was settled, Miller gave them the go ahead to do what they wanted. He posted the new room assignments in the hall to make it easy for anyone Clarke sent for them. Then he sat down with Harper and Monroe to speculate about what was going on. They all smelled alcohol on Clarke's breath, and saw that Ontari acted with her as Lexa had. The company she kept was interesting: the king of the Ice Nation, John Murphy, and former chancellors Marcus Kane and Abby Griffin.

They trusted Clarke, and worried for her. She looked as tense as they had ever seen her, despite the alcohol. Harper suggested they walk through different parts of the city every day looking for other Skaikru.

"What do we do if we see someone?" Monroe asked.

"Try to follow them," Miller said. "Find out where they're hiding or how they're getting in and out."

"What if it's Octavia?"

"Octavia won't come here," Harper said. "I talked to her at the ceremony for the other commander. She's staying with Lincoln and Indra, and as far from Clarke as they can. Octavia thinks Clarke betrayed us."

"Idiot," Bryan muttered.

"She's not stupid," Monroe said. "She's mad. Her brother went crazy. Clarke didn't leave Polis with her. She's happier with Trikru anyway, has been from the start."

"Yeah," Miller agreed. "Anything else?" When there was no answer, he told them, "Let's get to work."