A/N: An extra long chapter for you, today. 1622 words. But it took me long enough to reach Finn's funeral, so here we are with an extra long chapter.
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TW: loss, graphic murder (another warning when you reach the point)
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Everyone gathered here, where so many people had lost their lives. A place, that now was remembered with terror by the 100. But yet again. It was the place where it all started. And here was were the others were buried.

Many of the 100 came to Finn's funeral. So did Lexa with her people, Kane, Abby and some others from Skaikru. Even Octavia managed to come. She stood beside Indra. Raven on the other hand was flanked by Sinclair and Anya. She needed every support she could get right now. Even though Finn cheated on her and they stopped being girlfriend and boyfriend, he was her oldest friend. He made sure she survived all the time, shared his rations with her when her mother had sold Raven's for alcohol. Finn had good sides and he had bad sides and that made it so hard for Raven to let go. Finn was like a brother to her and now she stood at his grave.

Clarke and Lexa stood next to each other, Gustus just a step behind Lexa. In this moment Clarke saw again, what happened that day in the tent. The life flowing out of his body with the blood. All this blood. She had held her boyfriend when he died. And it all came crashing down on her in this moment.

Even Jaha was allowed to come to this funeral, but the only thing he could think about was, that in one of the graves laid his son. His beloved son. And all because of him. He sent him down here, of course he had no choice, but he alone had sent him down here and that killed him. And he wasn't even there to say goodbye to his only child. Jaha wasn't here to see Finn's funeral.

He couldn't care less about this boy, but he wanted to know, where his son was buried. The only problem, the graves were unmarked. But he already had an idea...

Finn's body was carried to the grave. Since no Skaikru was strong enough to carry him alone, one of Lexa's guards carried him. He was wrapped in a white sheet. The guard stopped next to the grave, lowered Finn down and dropped him down into the darkness. Raven started sobbing as Finn's body hit the ground with an ugly thud. And then they began to prey.

Kane led this prayer. He hadn't led a prayer for so long. The only exception, when his mother died in his arms. Now he was reminded of her death. His voice broke multiple times as he prayed,

"In peace, may you leave this shore.
In love, may you find the next.
Safe passage on your travels, until our final journey on the ground.
May we meet again."

"May we meet again," the crowed answered.

Then Kane motioned to the 100 to come forward. Clarke was the first to step to the grave. She took the shovel next to it, but didn't immediately use it. She kneeled down, whispering, "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you!" With tears in her eyes she threw the first shovel of dirt into the grave. Many more of the 100 stepped forward to say their goodbyes before Raven finally managed to step closer. She had to be held upright by Anya and Sinclair, but when she reached the grave, she sunk to the ground nevertheless. She cried. And then she whispered, "Why? Why did he leave me?"

"You can never know, what goes on in peoples hearts. They are their own persons, they have their own lives and they make their own decisions," Anya quietly said, rubbing Raven's back.

Raven looked up at her, eyes still tearstained, but not crying anymore. All her tears were shed, "He would have never been down here, if it wasn't for me, you know? It is my fault. He is dead because of me."

This time Sinclair answered, "Look at me, Raven. Look at me." She slowly turned her head. "Down here he made his own choices. You are not responsible for his dead. Do you here me? It is not your fault!"

Raven slowly nodded. But Sinclair was doubtful, she really understood him. Then Raven stood up and picked up the shovel. "Goodbye," with that she filled the hole with another shovel of dirt. It was final. Finn was dead and he would never return to her. Never smile at her again. But just putting a little bit of dirt in a hole, brought Raven one step closer to accepting that.

The last one to pick up the shovel was Murphy. He was the one there, when Finn went berserk, and when he died. He wanted to close the grave completely. And so he started shovelling. And while he worked, some people left, the group dispersed. Raven sat down a couple steps away from the grave, Anya and Sinclair still beside her. One or two of the 100 tried to help Murphy, but when they grabbed shovels, he made clear, that he would do it alone. So the 100 just watched him. And so did Lexa and Clarke.

Lexa motioned for Gustus to give them some space, she was confident, no one would attack her here.

She had seen the tears in Clarke's eyes. And she wanted to give her some advice. From one leader to another. "I lost someone special to me, too. Her name was Costia. She was captured by Azgeda, the ice nation, because their queen believed she knew my secrets. Because she was mine..." for a short moment Lexa couldn't continue. She gulped. She picture of Costia's head at her bedside vividly in her mind now. After all these years she still could feel the hurt, "...they tortured her, cut off her head."

"I'm sorry." Clarke could almost feel Lexa's pain. But it was all hidden behind her commander mask of no emotions.

"I thought, I'd never get over the pain, but I did."

Clarke knew that was a lie. The only thing Lexa did was bottle up the feelings. Clarke knew how that looked like. She did the same when her father died. And then again, when she learned that her mother had betrayed him. Not Wells. But still she asked, "How?"

"My teacher, Titus, opened my eyes. He was right. Hodnes laik kwelness. Love is weakness," Lexa answered.

Clarke shook her head, "So you just stopped caring? About everyone?"

Lexa nodded, but Clarke didn't believe her, "No, you didn't. You care about your people. All of them. The peace you want is for them. Every good leader cares about his people. Every single one of them. The bad leaders only care for their own power. The bad leaders can justify everything as long as it helps them. But you are not like them. Because deep down, behind your commander mask, you care."

Lexa felt anger and sadness raising in her. How dare Clarke tell her what she felt! With a sharp voice she said, "I put the people I care about in danger. Every leader does. Your enemies will come for them. And the pain will never go away. The dead are gone, Clarke, the living are hungry. I take care of my people because I have a duty to them. Nothing more, nothing less."

With that Lexa turned and left the funeral, Gustus following behind.

"Same thing," Clarke murmured after Lexa.

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(TW: murder; summery in the A/N)

Everyone had left the graveyard by now. Only Murphy and Jaha remained. Murphy didn't shovel anymore, but he used this time alone to think. He thought about Finn's death, his father's death, his mother killing herself... He'd lost so much already. And none of this would've happened without Jaha. Before Jaha, people were pardoned. His father might have survived and his mother would have never blamed Murphy for his father's death. Without Jaha they'd've never been sent down here and Finn would still be alive...

Murphy's train of thoughts was interrupted by Jaha, "Could you tell me which of these graves is my son's?"

Murphy looked up. "Why would I tell you. You sent him here to die. You would have let all of us die here." The venom was evident in his voice.

"Please. He was my son," Jaha pleaded.

Murphy just pointed to Wells's grave. Not paying Murphy a second thought, Jaha went over to the grave. He didn't cry, he didn't lower his gaze, he just stood there. And in this moment, seeing Jaha so impassive at the grave of his son, fury overcame Murphy. How could this man be so heartless? He had sent his own son to his death. Admittedly, Murphy didn't like Wells, but seeing his father there at his grave, so inhumanely could...

Blinded by rage, by all this anger he had bottled up all those years, Murphy grabbed his shovel and charged at Jaha, screaming.

Surprised Jaha turned around, the shock evident in his eyes, but before he could raise his hands, the shovel collided with his face. It took a second before he fell and in this second Murphy hit again. Jaha fell, eyes wide open, the shock still evident in them. Blood flowing from his temple. He hit the ground with a thud and that was what woke Murphy from his rage-blinded state. He looked at the shovel and then at Jaha, his blood staining the ground, his chest eerily unmoving.

The shock turned into fear, he didn't want to be locked up again. They would never lock him up again. And so Murphy dropped the shovel next to the dead body, turned and ran.

As fast as he could and as far as he could...

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A/N: For everybody, that skipped the murder: Murphy ended Jaha's existence and is on the run now, because of that.
Thanks for reading, hope you liked it.