"Another Finn? Really?" Clarke asked, but there was hint of amusement in her tone. She shouldn't have been surprised. This island seemed to draw in everyone and anything it could. Another Finn shouldn't have been surprising, but truthfully, Clarke couldn't picture anyone else by that name. Finn. No, she would always only know one Finn; the young man standing before her. The man she killed. The man she loved. "I'm sure he's not nearly as good looking as you," she added with a teasing smile. Once upon a time, she found him annoying. An overzealous teenager who thought he was something outside of human, but somehow, some way, he won her over with his kindness and strength. He was much deeper than the young man, cocky, floating in the drop ship before it crashed.
"I'd like to think I have a one up on an empty store front," she replied. What was happening? Clarke was smiling, enjoying herself, and it felt...wrong. She'd killed Finn, taken a knife to his chest, and then she'd killed so many others. It was to protect others and yes, to protect him, but that did not soften the blow or heal the guilt radiating in her heart. How could she be happy? Allow herself to laugh and joke when she'd stolen that from the people of Mount Weather. When her friends were in a position where food, like this, was not plentiful and she was sleeping...on a real bed. It was wrong. Out of all those who'd come from the Ark, Clarke believed she was the last person to deserve anything this wonderful.
Movement caught Clarke's eye and she looked away. She caught sight of the fingers shifted under his shirt, to the scar. Finn was brought here before he died. The only remnant was a scar. A failed attempt. At least for this version. "Finn...I'm sorry," Clarke spoke up before she could stop herself. "I didn't want to. It was-" The blond broke off. What I had to do. She hated that statement, but how many times had she said it? Too many. An excuse, but it was all she had, wasn't it? All she had to explain her actions?
Finn uncovered the plates, the smell of foreign foods filled her nose. Oh, she'd heard of these things, but she'd never tasted them. "It smells really good..." Clarke picked up her fork and tentatively poked at the meatloaf. It did smell delicious.