[The counting helped. More than he thought. Somehow just counting had brought an inexplicable sense of peace to the man. He always did enjoy the sound of clocks and maybe this just attributed to that. The pacing and rhythm of the words he uttered out could be comparable to the ticking and tocking of a clock, as he said each word with a perfect amount of seconds from the last. And, just as well, once he made it to twelve he would start all over again.]
...Ten....Eleven....Twe--
[(Karkat Vantas is by your bedside.)
Said the small thump in his mind. Looks like for all her tinkering, the tiny amount of natural omniscience he had was still there. So he opened his eyes and looked to Karkat.
...Heh. He looked terrible. Terezi's eyes, Signless' shackles. Yet that thought did not bring any satisfaction to him, but he was so sure Karkat could hear it loud and clear. That alone made it worth thinking. And, in the same moment, he held back his paranoia and spoke. Karkat Vantas was no threat (a fact, an eternal truth) to him.]
also cool to assume this is the last thread chronologically
...Ten....Eleven....Twe--
[(Karkat Vantas is by your bedside.)
Said the small thump in his mind. Looks like for all her tinkering, the tiny amount of natural omniscience he had was still there. So he opened his eyes and looked to Karkat.
...Heh. He looked terrible. Terezi's eyes, Signless' shackles. Yet that thought did not bring any satisfaction to him, but he was so sure Karkat could hear it loud and clear. That alone made it worth thinking. And, in the same moment, he held back his paranoia and spoke. Karkat Vantas was no threat (a fact, an eternal truth) to him.]
What is it, Mr. Vantas?