Your back's to the meteor and you won't be looking there any more.
There's still blood all red and teal and drippy, on your arms, your wings, and it itches as it dries and it itches, your eyes, they itch and you itch your hands itch as you clench them.
Most trolls would say, there's not a lot you can do now. But those trolls aren't you and those trolls aren't here, you're it. You make the rules now and the rules say no one's getting out alive.
Every person who's ever tried to take someonething from you has regretted it. A sucker, every single one.
You'll make him pay. You'll make them all pay and even now, hanging in the bright infinite space between then and now, between home and here, between this blasted wreck of a hidey-hole and the strange foreign clime you'll find Jack in, you know it's not going to make it better.
But your heart's on fire, that's the only way to explain it. Like someone's clenching it tight, someone's making it beat for you, and every single beat says make him pay, make him pay. Make him pay for the way Terezi's hand was limp against Karkat's chest. How her hair was in her face and her glasses were cracked and how Karkat's face was a little tear-stained and how you'll never know who died first.
Radiation and star dust burns on your arms. Your head's pointing straight ahead, and this is all that's left of you, really, this flex of your shoulders. Every other time you made someone pay.
How Terezi's eyes looked like, before.
If there's anyone who can ruin someone, it's you. If there's anyone who's ruined, it's you.
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There's still blood all red and teal and drippy, on your arms, your wings, and it itches as it dries and it itches, your eyes, they itch and you itch your hands itch as you clench them.
Most trolls would say, there's not a lot you can do now. But those trolls aren't you and those trolls aren't here, you're it. You make the rules now and the rules say no one's getting out alive.
Every person who's ever tried to take some
onething from you has regretted it. A sucker, every single one.You'll make him pay. You'll make them all pay and even now, hanging in the bright infinite space between then and now, between home and here, between this blasted wreck of a hidey-hole and the strange foreign clime you'll find Jack in, you know it's not going to make it better.
But your heart's on fire, that's the only way to explain it. Like someone's clenching it tight, someone's making it beat for you, and every single beat says make him pay, make him pay. Make him pay for the way Terezi's hand was limp against Karkat's chest. How her hair was in her face and her glasses were cracked and how Karkat's face was a little tear-stained and how you'll never know who died first.
Radiation and star dust burns on your arms. Your head's pointing straight ahead, and this is all that's left of you, really, this flex of your shoulders. Every other time you made someone pay.
How Terezi's eyes looked like, before.
If there's anyone who can ruin someone, it's you. If there's anyone who's ruined, it's you.
But you'll make it worth it.