( at the same time, being good at this sort of thing would have probably landed him firmly among the real of psychopaths. don't ask clarke to extrapolate where that leaves her if she's become an aficionado on hard choices and playing god, the answer is nowhere good. these sorts of jobs aren't supposed to be easy, they're supposed to hurt.

secretly, she's glad he falters to add his name to the list. it's telling, and reinforces the idea that so many on board the serena eterna have better lives waiting for them if only they could escape the captain and his grasp. mizuki's answer is incomplete, but clarke's nodding along until his final notion, where she sorta... record scratches. stop, stares, knits her brow and the only thing immediately to respond with is: )

Just call me Clarke.

( then moving on to the bigger chunks of meat to chew over: )

I don't want you to do anything, Mizuki. I'm not asking you to. ( very much remembers his offer to eat her enemies, but still isn't quite there yet. ) I just — ... Thank you. For telling me what you've learned.

( really, virtually none of it is something clarke didn't already know, but that doesn't take away from the almost soft, appreciative half-smile she gives him. the approving nod of her head, the slight cant of her head. )

I guess I don't know if you were asking me to tell you which part of this is okay to share, or just wanted to say it all out loud first, but.

I think you have to figure that out for yourself.

Decide who you trust here, don't hold anything back from them. Don't make any sort of list, we're not to that part of his game yet. And if we get there —

( oh, the emotional weight here. yet the offer is honest and genuine. )

I'll make it, and you won't be on it.