[Her response is not immediate. There's an indication of acknowledgement to him reaching out, but she breaks the link soon after to deal with Bellamy—and to deal with the conversation at hand. Accepting her death is a great burden, if only because it seems outside the realm of possibility. But what seeped away from Bellamy's mind to her own had been clear. Back in her world, she had died. Somehow, it had happened, even if she's here. No one else has spoken of dying, and it doesn't match any of the realities that Cathaway had shown her that one day.
Perhaps she is alone, waiting for the inevitable.
Because her conversation with Bellamy is not long (albeit strenuous: her mind is an emotional landmine right now, and one she barely keeps in check), she returns to Hux soon enough, breathing out from where she stands as if she's attempting to manage herself.
Many things are clear: the existential question of accepting one's death without having experienced it, and what it means for someone when their life's path is known? Lexa knows nothing about people who might live parallel lives, or that there might even be a parallel her. All she knows is the confusion that comes with this, and the fact that her death has left the woman she loved alone to save her people. Because she can't keep this in check, she feels weaker, like she's bare. Raw. Like skin that's just suffered a burn but hasn't hardened over.
Flames really do have their place here metaphorically.]
(I am here. You weren't intended to experience that.) [As if that erases the circumstance. She knows very well that it doesn't.]
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Perhaps she is alone, waiting for the inevitable.
Because her conversation with Bellamy is not long (albeit strenuous: her mind is an emotional landmine right now, and one she barely keeps in check), she returns to Hux soon enough, breathing out from where she stands as if she's attempting to manage herself.
Many things are clear: the existential question of accepting one's death without having experienced it, and what it means for someone when their life's path is known? Lexa knows nothing about people who might live parallel lives, or that there might even be a parallel her. All she knows is the confusion that comes with this, and the fact that her death has left the woman she loved alone to save her people. Because she can't keep this in check, she feels weaker, like she's bare. Raw. Like skin that's just suffered a burn but hasn't hardened over.
Flames really do have their place here metaphorically.]
( I am here. You weren't intended to experience that. ) [As if that erases the circumstance. She knows very well that it doesn't.]