I've never loved anything the way you're describing, no. I was not made for love.

[ Lexa just watches her, calm and steady as can be. This is the kind of feeling she has genuinely not experienced, this sort of frantic pain. Even in her worst moments she had control of herself. She thinks it's good she came along before Callisto killed those men, if only for the sake of the Displaced. ]

Is this the way you want to live the rest of your life? Because you have a choice.