On the way down the steps, Murphy was glad he grabbed the bottle on the way out. He knew Miller would carry out Clarke's orders, but it wouldn't hurt to grease the wheels a little. Both doors in the middle of the hall were open, and Murphy found Miller in the room Harper and Monroe shared.

"Hey, guys," he said while rapping on the door frame.

"What's up, Murphy?" Miller asked.

"Jaha's trial is tomorrow. Clarke asked that you gather everyone in the feast room downstairs after breakfast."

"OK."

"Want a drink? This is good stuff from Azgeda."

"Sure."

Murphy entered the room and took the empty chair. He handed the bottle to Miller, and it was passed around the room.

"I don't see why we have to have a trial," Monroe said.

"Me either," Murphy answered. "I told her to just kill him and be done with it, but that's not how Clarke works."

"I don't want to listen to him any more," Harper said.

"Ditto." Murphy took another swig and sent it around the room again. "He was totally off the rails when we left Arcadia. We walked days through a desert. A bunch of people got blow up in a minefield right before we reached the City of Light. He locked me up in a dungeon. Maybe it was her. For three months, all I had was a video of a guy blowing his brains out because A.L.I.E. found a way to override her programming and launch hundreds of nuclear missiles."

"Shit," Miller said softly.

"He was even worse after he let me out and I got to meet A.L.I.E. Hot chick in a tight red dress. Neither of them wanted to tell me anything, but I kept overhearing them talk. It took a while to realize exactly how crazy they both were."

"Are you going to talk about this tomorrow?" Harper asked.

"Yeah." Murphy handed the bottle to Miller again. "I'll tell everything I know about Jaha and A.L.I.E." When he got the bottle back, Murphy emptied it. "See you in the morning."

100 – 100 – 100

"Clarke, is something wrong?" Marcus asked.

"No. Can I come in?"

"Certainly." Marcus stepped back to allow her in and closed the door. He saw Clarke's guards in the hall.

"Do you need something, Clarke?" Abby asked.

"No, Mom. I came to tell you both that Jaha's trial is tomorrow morning in the feast room. It's mandatory for all of Skaikru, including you."

"Clarke," Abby began, disapproval in her tone.

"Mom, he'll get a fairer trial than anyone on the Ark ever got. Whatever the majority of Skaikru decides is what will happen. Come down after breakfast."

Clarke turned to leave, and was surprised that Marcus, not her mother, stopped her. "What are the options?"

"Death or exile. Better odds than he ever gave up there." This time, Clarke didn't stop when they tried to call her back.

100 – 100 – 100

Raven and Ontari were deep in their game when Clarke returned. She started working on the mug of Azgeda liquor left at her seat and watched the maneuvers. Clarke lost her concentration when Murphy returned, but Ontari and Raven remained focused on the board.

"What did the former chancellors have to say?" Murphy asked. He checked the mugs and emptied one before picking up the other.

"I didn't let them say anything. Otherwise, I'd still be up there arguing with them."

"True." Murphy drank some and put his mug down. "I've been looking at maps. I think I know where the boat was."

"Think it's still there?"

"I don't know. It's not like I ever have a lot of luck."

Clarke snorted. "That's your story. From everywhere else, you look lucky. You keep surviving."

"Like a cockroach, which, ironically, I haven't seen any of."

She snorted again and drained her mug. "I'm going to bed."

"Yeah, me, too. Leave the brainiacs to their game."

"Good night," Raven said distractedly.

"Reshop," Ontari echoed.

100 – 100 – 100

Clarke woke with a feeling of dread. For all that she was called Wanheda, she was sick of death. It was why she spent so little time with the healers now. She didn't want to see anyone else die, and certainly didn't want any more deaths on her conscience. That might happen today, though. If Skaikru chose death for Jaha, she would be the one to carry out the ruling. Titus' words echoed in her head: "Skaikru thief, Skaikru weapon."

She sighed before lifting Ontari's arm and getting out of bed. Her pistol was in one of the trunks. She'd find it after training.

This morning, she had to wait for Murphy, and they didn't talk on their way to the training ring. It was a difficult session for both of them. Murphy was a bit hungover and Clarke was preoccupied with what would happen in a few hours. They both left the training ring with fresh bruises.

Murphy was quick to clean himself up. Clarke told him to stay and have breakfast with Raven. She would have breakfast with Ontari upstairs in her rooms and join all of them when she finished with the morning reports.

The morning meeting was becoming more habit than necessity. Ontari's reading comprehension was growing and she was also learning what questions needed to be asked before she rendered a decision. This morning, she put the papers aside completely.

"Are you ready for what you must do?" she asked Clarke.

"I don't know." Clarke pushed some food around her plate before finally taking a bite. "I thought I was," she said after swallowing it.

"Do you trust them to make the right decision?"

"Sha." She paused again. "Even if they choose exile, I'll end his fight. He is too dangerous, especially given what's coming. He can't be allowed anywhere near A.L.I.E. or the City of Light."

"How long before you leave?"

"Depends on Raven."

"You have much faith in her."

"Raven is the strongest person I know. She's the smartest, too. Lexa said that I can do what has to be done but I know it's going to be because Raven figured out how."

"I will go with her to Arkadia."

"You said that last night, that you and the Natblida would accompany her."

"Sha."

"You'll be careful, right?"

"Sha, Klark, very careful. I do not wish to hear Heda Leksa forever."

Clarke tried and failed to smile at Ontari's humor. Lexa's survival would have changed everything. Together, they would have found a way to end the rebellion in Arkadia without so many more deaths. Together, they could have prevented Jaha and A.L.I.E. from wreaking the havoc they did. Together… Clarke forced herself to stop. Lexa said they would have a second chance, and Clarke held fast to that.

"You should go," Ontari said softly after several minutes of watching Clarke lost in her thoughts.

Clarke jerked back into the present. "Moba, Heda."

"Klark, go do what you must."

"Sha," she sighed, and stood up.