[Her head cants for a moment before she looks up at the monoliths. Lexa is still thinking of her people, and what she's learned about the spirit within herself. Before she passed, she had promised to commit to a new way for her people. If she had known the true nature of the Flame, she would have asked that the novitiates prove themselves some other way.

In fact, she sees Luna's willingness to run as something other than cowardice. It's almost like she saw the truth all along.]

Is it better to be ignorant, or to know the truth? [It's a question that almost requires no answer. Lexa does like asking questions.] Before I woke up here, I'd say that it's the latter. I've learned ... a great deal that makes me think otherwise. Can we cling to false importance if we manage to build up the Atlas?