[A private place away from everyone. A time stolen bit by bit, knowing that it might have consequences. Having to face those consequences in the long run. Clarke knows it all too well. She looks off into the trees, eyes glossing over as Quentin explains the full picture to her. She had only mere moments of time with Lexa before she moved on. Mere moments.

They were stolen, and they shouldn't have happened. If Clarke had left when Titus demanded it—

But then, there's no guarantee that things would've gone better. Jaha was nearing Polis then, planning to do what he could to get hold of ALIE 2.0.

She lets out a shaky breath.]

No, you never do. [It's spoken not as affirmation, but agreement. Clarke's been there, that's what her bearing says about her. She's been there, and she's been the one living on the other side.

For her, it's been six and a half years. One day she won't be reminded of Lexa. Today isn't that day.]

The important part is that you have it now. I know it sounds hollow, but if—if the person I lost turned up here, in this world, I wouldn't waste it. I know that neither of you are now. But being here proves that wrong in a way.

[Clarke knows she's unlikely to see Lexa turn up here. That seems impossible.

But she knows Lexa lived on in other places, in other worlds. That's enough for her for now.]