[Karkat sinks down to his knees then, sitting against the path, legs folded under him. He holds Signless closer to his chest, palm stable, finger still stroking slowly. He doesn't look at him; instead, his gaze finds the ground beyond them both.]
[For a long, long moment, he says nothing. Something like that... He may not lead the Signless's life, but he knows that fear, moot though it is ever since Aradia was killed.]
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[For a long, long moment, he says nothing. Something like that... He may not lead the Signless's life, but he knows that fear, moot though it is ever since Aradia was killed.]
We should talk about something else.