[Wow, what a greeting. Karkat's mouth settles into a tired sort of frown, until the tug to his hood startles him out of it. You better believe he's grabbing onto it.]

Don't pull on that with your freaky mind fuckery! I'm wearing it for a reason, as you might well know considering whose follower you are. And yes, I'm Karkat. You don't have your memories, do you?

[But he guesses he's had some kind of explanation, if he can guess who he is. Nonetheless, it's odd to think he has this chance to interact with a Psiioniic who hasn't, from his perspective, experienced his ultimate fate. Hell if he knows what to make of it yet.]