[Lexa draws in a sharp breath from her location. It is a snap, one that leaves her hesitating. It's so unlike Angel that she doesn't know how to respond. She doesn't mind that she's angry, or that she's reacting. It's the unfamiliarity that gives her pause more than anything.
She hesitates for a moment, recalling standing beside Clarke and telling her that she learned that love is weakness. Clarke had come to challenge that later, pressing her back up into a table until Lexa (avoiding the accusations) had admitted that Clarke herself had become a weakness; she had become someone to protect, to save even in the face of her people. She had been a selfish thing to hold on to, and one she had to cut away in an act that later proved to be a severe mistake.]
(Don't apologize.) [The words are abrupt, but not shared with malice.]
(Are you mad at yourself for caring? For letting it hurt you?)
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She hesitates for a moment, recalling standing beside Clarke and telling her that she learned that love is weakness. Clarke had come to challenge that later, pressing her back up into a table until Lexa (avoiding the accusations) had admitted that Clarke herself had become a weakness; she had become someone to protect, to save even in the face of her people. She had been a selfish thing to hold on to, and one she had to cut away in an act that later proved to be a severe mistake.]
( Don't apologize. ) [The words are abrupt, but not shared with malice.]
( Are you mad at yourself for caring? For letting it hurt you? )