[There's a disgruntled sound on her end. Lexa doesn't understand. Lexa simply assumes that it's a matter of accepting these people as her own, rather than trying to help a friend—trying to help someone who holds on to optimism so dearly and has seen herself going in an opposite direction.]
She's not my people, [she says at first, knowing the sharpness of her tone isn't going to be heard. She assumes Lexa will be able to guess it.] Rey and I are at odds a lot, but there's something in her that I want to help protect. Something that we never had. [That innocence. That naivety. She worries about it.]
It's hard to explain, but I don't want to see her go to a worse place. I've seen the start of it already. This isn't about my people. My people are my people. [The line is drawn, and will forever be drawn.]
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She's not my people, [she says at first, knowing the sharpness of her tone isn't going to be heard. She assumes Lexa will be able to guess it.] Rey and I are at odds a lot, but there's something in her that I want to help protect. Something that we never had. [That innocence. That naivety. She worries about it.]
It's hard to explain, but I don't want to see her go to a worse place. I've seen the start of it already. This isn't about my people. My people are my people. [The line is drawn, and will forever be drawn.]