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Clarke doesn’t think she will ever be able to clean the blood from her hands. The filth is stuck underneath her fingernails and she can’t look down without being reminded
400 people, dead and gone
She thinks back to what Lexa once told her, that victory rides on the back of sacrifice, and her tries to scrape the red from her palms
400 people, dead and gone
He asks her to stay, his voice cracking, his eyes watering, his hands shaking
400 people, dead and gone
She can’t
400 people, dead and gone
He smells like smoke, like dirt, like pine trees and the rain
400 people, dead and gone
He is good, he is brave, he is true
400 people, dead and gone
She isn’t
400 people, dead and gone
She doesn’t deserve him
400 people, dead and gone
He deserves so much better
400 people, dead and gone
She can’t look at Monty without seeing the kids, round faces scared red, toys scattered on the ground
400 people, dead and gone
She can’t look at Jasper without seeing Maya, her happy face stained angry red, her hands clenched in his shirt, her eyes open, vacant, staring
400 people, dead and gone
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
400 people, dead and gone
I bear it so they don’t have to