Both of you are beyond fucked up, you know it. Your dark skin contrasts with his pale, grey, translucent almost skin. You are both dead. You are both beyond fucked up, and you're going to be dead for good soon. What the fuck does it even matter? You just aren't ready to be gone. In fact, you think, you're fucking angry at how unfair it is. You're so angry. You're shaking in his grasp, and he understands, Karkat always does.

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