Backwards and regressive? Clarke wrinkles her nose a little, skeptical of old world traditions and unimpressed. "That's an antiquated view," she mutters under her breath, as The Sixth Sense reference soars over her head without even rustling a stray baby hair.

Ghosts, though? That's... well, not a new idea anymore. They live surrounded by ghosts, and now she knows where they all come from — former passengers, once like themselves and ground down to the very shell of their souls in order to serve the next round osso bucco through the walls and menacingly throw dinner plates when riled up. Clarke's even seen a ghost or two in her life — visual manifestations of her own guilt, the faces of people she got killed who dog the edge of her vision until she confronts them and... apologizes, or swallows her own feelings so efficiently they never resurface again. Compartmentalizing, it's easy to do in times of war. Always a new crisis to address, and a new face to add to her nightmares.

So, a sin suppresser meets a Sin-Eater and has... questions.

"You're... You might have to explain that a bit more for me. I don't entirely follow..."