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His back was against the wall, his hands balling into fists at his sides as the group spat and snarled insults. In some ways the teenager understood their animosity; his presence in the camp was putting all of them at risk. And while Finn didn't understand why had had done what he did, those condemning him weren't willing to even try or to consider his side of the situation.

Had anyone been willing to listen he would have pointed out that a hundred children were sent to the ground -- which the Council hadn't known was survivable at the time. It was a suicide mission from the moment of conception. Finn would tell that that in the three months they had been on the ground, which felt more like three years, that he and the others had lived through hell.

Jasper had been speared in the goddamn chest, their friends were killed and strung up by an enemy they knew nothing about, he had been stabbed by one of the grounders. They had tried to find peace only to end up at war. None of the hundred were in a sound mental state. Their time of the ground had left them broken and scarred, mentally and physically.

But no one cared about that. People cared about what was happening right now; they only cared about themselves. These words were on the tip of his tongue, ready to be said with as much venom and malice as he could muster when someone interrupted the standoff. Finn recognized the newcomer from the Ark: Baron Tseng - councilman. Find had to bite his tongue harder to keep quiet.

He may not have liked the council but he was grateful for the man's timely interruptions and the words of wisdom he offered the angry group that had cornered him. So when Baron bid them farewell and turned to face him, Finn didn't need to be told twice. He turned on his heel and began walking away.

He would much rather be in the company of one level headed man, than with a group that was hell bent on handing him over to the grounders. "Thank you." He said quietly once there were far enough away to not be heard.

Finn hadn't meant to interrupt whatever it was Miller was in the middle of doing, but he wasn't apologetic for doing so. He and Nathan were good friends, and he would get over the interruption. "I sent messages, saying I was coming over," he said with a lopsided grin, like he was teasing his friend, which he usually was. Except Nathan seemed... preoccupied.

It looked like he'd been writing something when Finn burst into the room. That was curious... Nathan didn't seem like the type of person to put his thoughts on paper. Finn stepped further into the room, trying to see what the dark-skinned man was doing. "What is that, Miller?"