[ Savage, the Mountain Men used to call them, with such disrespect and scorn. The Grounders were a warrior-minded people, but there was something deeply scarred about them. Survival in the brutal devastated earth left behind was difficult, it's a miracle they made clans despite the natural urge to fight to live. They did not do this to their own people, but she doesn't think they see these civilians as their people. They aren't tribal. It makes a difference. ]

Yes, but I suspect the people likely to capitalize on their fear will not be the good kind.

[ It seems like senseless violence but to her she can see fear in it, believing you have to be stronger than everyone else and prove it. Some of it may very well just be meanness and cruelty, it's not as if everyone has an excuse, but they left out of fear. It is a powerful motivator in humankind. ]

They have no focus, no purpose. I watch how they wander these streets, looking for something to make them feel powerful. When faced with the powerlessness of this situation, even people who were once good will forget it in favor of feeling in control.

[ She tips her head and glances at him, smiling wryly. ]

Not that I'm assuming all of them were good once. Were we in my land they would be dead.

[ Lexa would have had cause to kill them herself, although more likely she would take them to the villagers they harmed and let them cast the decision down. Justice by blood is the way they work. ]