[Gamzee shifts a little so he too can properly face Kurloz, looking at him with droopey, sad eyes. His hands idly twist on his shirt for a moment.]

Karkat went back--

[It isn't home anymore, not to him. He hasn't been back in his time proper in so long it definitely doesn't ring as home to him anymore. Vatheon is his home, the place where he wants to stay at. He just lets that phrase trails off, trusting Kurloz to understand what went down. He should've been able to see Eridan's message on the network too, anyway.]

He weren' t gone here for any long manner of time, but he got to experiencing more than a motherfuckin' sweep worth of time. Like, shit, how does that even make sense, it don't, does it?

[fuckin' time, how does it work.]

He said... he said we're through, that I up and went and broke up with a motherfucker on account of grounds of faith, that I done him wrong.

[his voice rises a little, getting a bit louder and quicker as he starts babbling.]

I don't get it, it ain't nothing wrong, right? Loving a motherfucker ain't any sort of wrong, right? Even if a motherfucker got him some swill what might not be matching ours.

[He looks at Kurloz, his eyes waiting, practically begging for him to agree that no, there is nothing wrong with loving a lowblood, loving a mutant even. Cause otherwise he has got no understanding what could possibly be the matter.]