Lexa held her eyes shut. Jack was so blinded by his own issues, he didn't even realize that he was missing her point entirely – proving her right, even. But Lexa was done debating. If he wanted to be consumed by his own demons, that was his choice. She wasn't anyone's moral savior.

Jack surprised her by helping her to her feet. Lexa's eyes shot open, though her unsteady swaying soon caught her attention. Her head was still spinning, and her whole body felt like it was about to give out. Her left arm was still tucked in close to her body, lest she aggravate her bullet wound any more, but her right hand – the traitorous thing – reached up and clamped on Jack's shoulder for support. 

Her gaze was hard, focused on the ground as she fought to steady herself – even if it meant accepting his help. What a curious thing that was… to have him offering his help freely. He kept doing that. One moment they were trying to kill each other, the next he… was almost compassionate. Hesitantly, she pulled her eyes from the floor to look up at him, her eyebrows drawn together.

[i]"I don't mind helping you if you need help." [/i]

She couldn't help the question that slipped out of her lips.

[color=crimson]"Why?"[/color]