"And sad," Ava finally agrees, sadly. There's nothing self-righteous about it, just a girl that put all of her energy into the singular goal of fixing herself, thinking it would somehow undo all the cumulative damage. And realizing that ultimately she's hardly any better for it. There's too many pieces of herself that won't fit back together, no matter how she tries to rearrange them.

"This is the best my life has been," she says, and it's all a lie. A wound that Clarke seems to enjoy rubbing salt into, some twisted sort of glee at being right.

She shakes her head at the apology, as if it hasn't been eating her up. "I don't think you're wrong, to fight. All I wish is you'd take better care of yourself. Hold on to your strength. Instead of burning yourself out like I've done."