The silence in the dim room was as sharp as the dagger in your hand. You stood by the window, your back turned, every muscle tense as you waited. You felt the cold metal pressing against your palm, grounding you, steeling your nerves. Tonight, there would be no escaping this confrontation.

the door creaked open behind you. You didn’t turn. You could feel lexa’s presence, the weight of it filling the room. Lexa took a few measured steps inside, then paused, clearly sensing the storm in your silence.

her voice was soft but firm.

“You asked to see me.”

your voice was low, filled with venom.

“No. I demanded to see you.”

there was a pause, thick with tension, before Lexa dared to take another step.

“You abandoned your people, clarke. Ran away from them. I had no choice but to—”

you spun around, moving so quickly you were almost a blur, crossing the distance between you in one fierce stride. The dagger was at lexa’s throat, pressed so close that you could see the beat of Lexa’s pulse, steady, unafraid. Lexa’s breath hitched, but she held her ground, her gaze locked with yours, intense and unwavering.

lexa could easily take you down like she did with jaha when he threatened her with a dagger, but lexa thinks you need this, to let your frustration and pain out.

your voice was a razor’s edge, laced with anger and pain.

“No choice? You betrayed me! You left me to die, you made me trust you — made me believe that we could be something more. And then you took that trust and shattered it. You think I’m just going to forget?”

lexa‘s jaw clenched, but her eyes softened, her voice quiet and unyielding.

“I did what I thought was right, clarke. For my people. And, yes, for you.”

you pressed the blade harder against lexa’s skin, your hand shaking with the weight of everything left unspoken.

“Don’t lie to me. This wasn’t for me. You used me, took what you needed, and when it was convenient, you left me to die. You think you can just drag me back here, lock me up like some… like some weapon.“