"I need a few minutes with Murphy," she told Ontari. "Roan sent messages that I need to hear."

Ontari nodded and left them. Murphy waited for the door to close. "Roan's a little annoyed with you. He said to remind you that you are Azgeda's ambassador and he expects you to negotiate some trade agreements." Murphy pulled the instructions from a pocket and handed the paper to Clarke.

"He also said to tell you he misses you and that your reports are, and I quote 'maddeningly short on details.' So you need to step it up."

"I miss him, too," Clarke answered with a smile. "It's been quiet here. That's why the reports have been so dull. But I'll make the rounds of ambassadors tomorrow. I'd appreciate it if you would keep that thing in your room. I don't want Raven or Ontari close to it."

"No problem."

"We done?"

"Yeah. I'll get the Commander. I have a message for her, too."

Ontari opened the door as soon as Murphy knocked. He didn't immediately step aside, so she waited a second.

"Haihefa Roan sent a message for you, Heda."

"It is?"

"He misses you and would be here if he could. He is pleased with your actions."

"Mochof."

"Pro, Heda." Murphy lowered his head and stepped aside. Ontari strode down the hallway, and Murphy followed her.

Clarke was reading Becca Pramheda's journal. She didn't acknowledge either of them. Murphy went to bed. Ontari followed soon after. Clarke continued to read. The science parts were interesting, but her personal thoughts were more so. When she reached the end of Becca's time in the Polaris space station, Clarke shut the book and took it with her to her new room. She fell into bed, and quickly into sleep.

100 – 100 – 100

At the breakfast table, Raven looked exhausted and a little ill.

"You all right?" Clarke asked.

"I didn't sleep well," Raven said. "And my leg hurts more than usual."

"Maybe you should let Mom check you again."

"I'll see Nyko. I need to get another look at that box again, too."

"That's not going to happen," Murphy said. "Not unless you have some way to protect yourself from A.L.I.E."

"I need to talk to Mom and Marcus anyway," Clarke added.

Raven looked to Ontari for help, but didn't find it. "We cannot risk you. You will allow Clarke's nomon to examine you, and you will not touch the box again."

"Damn."

Clarke went to the door to ask that her mother and Marcus be brought to join them for breakfast. When she returned, she said to Ontari, "I think Raven should read the first Commander's journal when I finish. There are things in there that she'll understand, and they might help us."

"Really?" Raven asked.

"Sha, when Clarke finishes, you will read it, and then I will take it back."

"You and Fair should read it together. I can help if you want."

"Sha, Klark. That way Titus cannot twist her words."

Breakfast arrived, and Ontari sent them to get enough for Marcus and Abby, who arrived a few minutes later.

"Not that I don't like seeing you, Clarke, but you could give me some warning," Abby said as Marcus pulled out her chair.

"Some things came up overnight."

"Raven, are you feeling well?"

"I'm just tired and sore."

"I'll examine you after we eat."

"I'm going to see Nyko," Raven protested, scowled at the looks she received in return. "Fine, you can check me out and then I'll see Nyko."

More food arrived, and the table was quiet while they ate. Murphy finished first, then Ontari, Raven, and Clarke. Clarke waited for the older couple to finish their meal before she began talking.

"Jaha's in a cell," she told them. "He won't talk to me. I need you to talk to him. We need to know everything he knows about A.L.I.E. and the City of Light. I hope he'll talk to one or both of you."

"What happens if he won't?" Marcus asked.

"I'll drug him to get the answers."

"And when he's told you all he knows?" Abby asked.

"I don't know. His crimes are against Skaikru." Clarke looked at Ontari. "I ask that you give him over to Skaikru for justice and accept the punishment we deem acceptable."

"What crimes, Clarke? What punishment?" Abby demanded.

"Let's see, he called Dad a traitor and floated him instead of letting him tell everyone the truth so they could work together to find a solution. He put me in jail, and dumped me on Earth with other unprepared kids, some of whom were actual criminals, but were mostly doing what they had to to survive. He killed how many up there to 'save' the Ark? And how many deaths is he responsible for down here? He lied and manipulated vulnerable people to do the will of a fucking machine whose endgame is the complete eradication of the human race. Those crimes. And the punishment," Clarke shrugged. "On the Ark, he would have been floated for one death."

"That's not the same," Abby protested.

"How is it not the same?" Murphy asked her. "Explain it to me. Because he – you – took back the promise he made to us. We were supposed to be pardoned, but you kept treating us like criminals, even after Clarke and the others repeatedly saved your asses."

"It's not the same," Abby repeated stubbornly.

"Fine, it's not the same," Clarke answered sarcastically. "But his punishment will be whatever the majority of Skaikru decides. If you want to defend him, it's on you."

"Skaikru will have its justice," Ontari said.

"That's not your decision to make," Abby protested.

Ontari looked at her, and Abby saw her as Commander. "It is my decision. If I choose to kill him now, it is my decision. Klark is Skaiheda, and her decision stands. She may permit you to challenge her, but I will not allow it."

Abby nodded and bit her lip to keep in what she wanted to say.

"Will you talk to him or not?" Clarke asked.

"No," Abby said.

"Yes," Marcus answered.

Abby turned in her seat. "What are you thinking?"

"I want to know what made him think a machine knows better than a person."

Murphy laughed. "He's crazy. That's the long answer and the short answer and the best answer you'll get."

"I'll talk to him, Clarke."

"Thank you, Marcus. Raven, go with Mom."

Raven began to protest, and Ontari ordered, "Go. When you finish there, see Nyko and return here. You will rest today. Your work can wait one day."

Raven and Abby left for the hospital.

"Is there anything specific you want to know, Clarke?"

"How to get to the City of Light, its physical location. What A.L.I.E. was doing there. What she plans."

Marcus nodded. "I can't make any promises."

"I know. I appreciate this. I know it's going to make trouble with you and Mom."

"We disagree on many things. It doesn't mean we don't love each other."

Clarke nodded. "I'll be here all day, so come back when you're finished."

"Of course," Marcus answered, and rose. "Thanks for breakfast, Commander. Good to see you again, John."

Both of them nodded at him and he left.

"Will your mother cause problems?" Ontari asked Clarke.

Murphy laughed. "It's what she lives for."

"Not quite," Clarke replied, rolling her eyes. "Everyone will have the opportunity to speak before a decision is made. The only real choice is his death. In exile, he can make his way back to the City of Light, we can't take that chance."

"They are your kru. It is your choice."

"Mochof, Heda."

Ontari looked across the table and made a decision. "Skaiskat, you are with me today."

"I am at your command, Heda."

"Don't be a jerk, Murphy."

"I'm serious, Clarke," he protested.

"We'll see."

"Klark, you will join me for supper."

Clarke nodded.

"Let's go," Ontari said to Murphy, and he followed her out the door.