You struggle like a master. You could do this all night. The odds are at least 100 to 1 that you could do this for the entire beknighted waste of time that you're going to spend hurtling through - if the side-trip to get "the Mayor" patched up is any indication - disconcerting little bits of dreamland containing other versions of murderous and murdered friends who it turned out hadn't necessarily murdered or been murdered, with the occasional interlude of dodging the lovingly outstretched tentacles of the worst nightmares tangible reality has ever struggled futilely to know.
"ShiIiIiIiIt," says Gamzee, and sounds so much like how he used to that some vital organ inside you dies off and dissolves. You want to tell him to come back even though he's right here, to never do anything like that again, to stay and not die and be normal again. You can't do that. That would be hysterical and borderline crazy.
"You are like unto going the fuck nuts, bro," says Gamzee, sounding faintly awed as he stares at you. God damn it. Cover blown.
"You would know!" you snap, because you are are the best pale pal ever.
Gamzee catches your hand before you hit hit yourself in the face, so you quickly say, "Sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Kind of got it right, though," he says with a watery smile. "Your old best friend's come into some power, would you up and believe? Got me this psychic shit swirling round my thinkpan. This is me being mired all up in on my bloodline's chucklevoodoos, and it's telling me about how everybody else has all kinds of shit swirling in their pans."
"What? What's a 'chucklevoodoo' when it's not freshly made up? Since when? Since how?" You are going to forgive your coherency this time for running off to hide. Any fresh bullshit being served up right now makes for a heavy weight to bear.
"Thing is... I got some, um, like, motherfucking hints on how to up and make all kinds of use of my rotpan." Why is this hard for Gamzee to say? You thought he'd be talk about what he'd done, now that he's back to normal. "There was all ... advice from this guy messaging me, he knew all the real shit I needed to have the knowing of too, and there was the doll... bro, there was the doll."
Yeah, there was. The doll Dave had spotted Gamzee sitting with, and had taken because it belonged to his manlususbrotherthing. One look at his timeline on Trollian made it clear that it had been with him all his life, and with his brotherlusus dead it had only seemed right to let him keep it once he flashstepped over and took it from Gamzee.
The serendipitous happy haze from before is totally gone from Gamzee. Right now he looks utterly lost, and his fingers hold desperately onto your hand.
"Best friend ... it all up and made some kind of sense when I had that bitchtits little balsawood brother with me. I think ... it's being like that I need it back?"
> Karkat: Realise that you have a lot more to deal with than you thought.
Karkat: Struggle to talk about your feelings. (FILL: TEAM KARKAT<3NEPETA)
"ShiIiIiIiIt," says Gamzee, and sounds so much like how he used to that some vital organ inside you dies off and dissolves. You want to tell him to come back even though he's right here, to never do anything like that again, to stay and not die and be normal again. You can't do that. That would be hysterical and borderline crazy.
"You are like unto going the fuck nuts, bro," says Gamzee, sounding faintly awed as he stares at you. God damn it. Cover blown.
"You would know!" you snap, because you are are the best pale pal ever.
Gamzee catches your hand before you hit hit yourself in the face, so you quickly say, "Sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Kind of got it right, though," he says with a watery smile. "Your old best friend's come into some power, would you up and believe? Got me this psychic shit swirling round my thinkpan. This is me being mired all up in on my bloodline's chucklevoodoos, and it's telling me about how everybody else has all kinds of shit swirling in their pans."
"What? What's a 'chucklevoodoo' when it's not freshly made up? Since when? Since how?" You are going to forgive your coherency this time for running off to hide. Any fresh bullshit being served up right now makes for a heavy weight to bear.
"Thing is... I got some, um, like, motherfucking hints on how to up and make all kinds of use of my rotpan." Why is this hard for Gamzee to say? You thought he'd be talk about what he'd done, now that he's back to normal. "There was all ... advice from this guy messaging me, he knew all the real shit I needed to have the knowing of too, and there was the doll... bro, there was the doll."
Yeah, there was. The doll Dave had spotted Gamzee sitting with, and had taken because it belonged to his manlususbrotherthing. One look at his timeline on Trollian made it clear that it had been with him all his life, and with his brotherlusus dead it had only seemed right to let him keep it once he flashstepped over and took it from Gamzee.
The serendipitous happy haze from before is totally gone from Gamzee. Right now he looks utterly lost, and his fingers hold desperately onto your hand.
"Best friend ... it all up and made some kind of sense when I had that bitchtits little balsawood brother with me. I think ... it's being like that I need it back?"
> Karkat: Realise that you have a lot more to deal with than you thought.