"Hey Marceline?"
"Yeah Finn?"
"I got a question."
"Is it a sexy question?" she put her bass down and stretched. Recording is tiring.
"No!" Finn insisted
"Aw, I'm disappointed," she mocked sadness, "Okay, I'm over it. Whatcha got?"
"Your song, is that true? The part about not having any friends?"
"Well yeah. 500 years ago."
"Oh. Right," he chuckled nervously.
"I was young. Well, younger. And all angsty. I mean, it sounds melodramatic now, sure, but those feelings were real."
"Do you still feel like that? Like no one can relate to you cause you're all immortal and junk?" Finn asked.
"Yeah, sometimes. I mean, I told you before: I get lonely."
"Even with me?" Finn ventured.
"...Yeah," she admitted, "even with you."
"Oh," Finn wasn't sure how to take that.
"Hey, come on," Marceline cuddled up next to him, "Its not something you, or anyone, can fix. It's just part of who I am. Besides: its not like I'm lonely all the time. And even when I am, I feel less lonely when I'm with you."
Finn smiled weakly, "Thanks."
She kissed him on the cheek.
"Nah, it feels good to get that stuff off my chest every once in a while."
"Its cool. So. What's it like being immortal?" he asked.
"Oh man. That's a tough one. What's it like being the only human?" she offered in return.
"...you first."
"Fair enough. Lets see... Do you remember when you were younger how an hour felt like a really really long time. Like your mom or dad would say 'wait an hour' and it would feel like forever?"
"Yeah."
"And now like, an hour can pass by without you noticing it if you're not paying attention?"
"Uhhuh."
"Its like that. If I don't pay attention, years go by and I don't even notice. I don't change much. If I'm gone for ten years, someone who was my friend might have grown up and changed, and we can't really relate anymore. Or we've just drifted apart because its been so long. And, you know, mortals grow old and die eventually. And that sucks."
"You got immortal friends though, like Wendy, Booboo and Georgy, right?"
"Yeah, but they're huge jerks. Okay, maybe that's not fair to them. Thing is, Immortals don't really get along great with other Immortals. I mean, you'd think we'd have lots in common because of shared experience right? Yeah, doesn't work that way. Hang out with someone for a hundred years and you get sick of them. So, catching up with some immortal buds from time to time is okay, but its not really a deep relationship. But yeah, those three are jerks. No one likes being vulnerable, and definately no one likes it getting thrown in their face."
"That's heavy stuff," Finn noted.
"Yeah, it is. And I could tell you a million other things about being immortal, but honestly? I just think they'd make my point more confusing."
"So what about us?" Finn asked, "Like, what does that mean for you and me?"
"I really don't want to think about it, Finn," Marceline sulked, "I just want to enjoy what we got while we got it, know what I mean?"
"Its cool. I can respect that."
"How about you Finn? What's it like being the last human? Cause I can tell you, I haven't seen one in a long, long time."
"Hmm," Finn slumped into Marceline. "Well, I guess, first off, there might be another human."
"Oh? That's news to me," she embraced him.
"Yeah. Her name is Susan Strong. She lives underground with a hyooman tribe. I dunno if she's actually human, I just know that she's not hyooman."
Finn replayed his own words in his head, "Did that make any sense?"
"I just call them fishpeople," Marceline shrugged.
"Okay. She lives with fishpeople, but she's not a fishperson. But I dunno if she's a human."
"You ever just ask her?"
"...No," Finn admitted.
"Do you even wanna know?" she asked.
"Yeah, but... I dunno. I do, but I kind of don't," he rubbed his temples. "Man, I'm no good at soulsearchy stuff."
"You'll be ready when you're ready," Marceline reassured him. "There's no rush. I mean, unless she's super duper old or something."
"Nah, she's... older than me? She's like, really big and strong, so I have no clue. Not old though."
"Should I be jealous?" Marceline grinned.
"Nah, she's a girl and she's a friend, but she's not my girlfriend or anything like that." He gave her a peck on the cheek for emphasis.
"Hah! Well said," she smiled, "So, setting aside a maybe one other human, how do you feel about it?"
"I dunno. When I think about it too hard I get feelings and stuff," he gestured to his body abstractly, "Lonely. But I feel weird about it too."
"Weird how?"
"Like, even when you subtract the hero thing out, I got lots of friends and they're all super math, but I dunno. I want some human friends. It makes me feel bad that my actual friends don't feel like enough."
Marceline nodded. "I get you. You want to know where you came from. I mean, obviously you're Finn, hero of Ooo and my rad boyfriend," she returned the kiss from earlier, "But, like, there's more out there, and when you find out, maybe you'll know yourself a little better."
"Yeah," he responded enthusiastically, "That's exactly it."
"Hehe, well, its not like I spent a thousand years learning nothing."
"Hey Marceline?"
"Sup?"
"Where you ever human?" Finn asked, "I mean, I saw you as a little girl in your memory that one time. You weren't a vampire, but you didn't look human either."
She pat his head, "Well, whether I was or not really doesn't matter since, you know, vampire, but if you want to know: no. I was never fully human. Half-human, but that's a lot of folks in Ooo."
"Oh."
"Disappointed?" she asked.
"A little," he admitted.
"Its okay. That's just how it is."
They both sighed and slumped deeper.
"Feelings, man, right?" Marceline summed it up for them.
"Right on."
"Hurray for alienation," she mocked enthusiasm.
"Hehe. I have no idea what that means."
Marceline snickered. "It means we both know what its like to be lonely even when we're surrounded by people."
"Oh, yeah. We do."
"Hey Finn, ever consider maybe writing an album about it? Like, you got some deep stuff going on, and it'd probably help to get some of it out."
"Nah, I couldn't do that," Finn shook his head, "I mean, talking to you about it is fine, but that's because like, its back and forth. Me just singing about my feelings alone? That's a bit too scary for me."
"Hm. The Hero Finn scared?"
"Man, fear is a heroic flaw, don't you know that?"
"That's news to me. Where'd you hear it?"
"Three wisemen that came out of my butt."
"PFT," Marceline held back a laugh.
"Yeah. Kind of like that."
"SNRK!" Marceline snorted violently.
They had a good long laugh, followed by another, much more lighthearted sigh.
"You're the best, Finn."
"You're the best, Marcy."
"Sloppy makeout time?" Finn asked.
"Like you wouldn't believe."