[He gasped out, in a raspy voice, holding back a scream. Ah. So that was it. So the voice in his head that was telling him not to even say anything was right? Or maybe the voice in his head was so loud on the outside that troll accepted a challenge. One that he did not issue with his words, but with his actions. And the pain barely registered and maybe it would not even register at all, if the burning sting of the cuffs did not slam into him the way they did. These flames were not welcoming like the Green Sun, but hot like the flaring sun of Alternia.
It will leave marks on his weak skin. Proof that this moment happened. It was a good thing his neck was usually hidden by his suit and bowtie. But it won't change that they will be there.
Funny. He doesn't hate Karkat. He doesn't hate any of them. Hating them is so pointless. Like someone hating an ant. The ant is not something worth recognizing on any emotional level. You don't think of the feelings of an ant, when you step on the ground they walk on, and you don't really ever consider it to be a fellow living creature. Only someone sadistic would kill ants for the fun of it, because the ant doesn't understand either that they are sometimes a bother. The only difference is that you leave the ant alone, tolerate it at times, and live while only recognizing in the back of the mind that it exists.
Now the "ant" was attacking. The "troll" was attacking. It was funny. It should be funny. But it isn't. This isn't funny at all. And maybe, if Karkat could see, it would be clear that he was hardly injured on a physical level. The woman only tampered with his mind, his cognition, not with his body.
But Karkat can't see. So he won't even see Scratch's arms reaching swiftly up to his neck, moving to squeeze him into a choking grip. Only it isn't what a human's strength should be. It is a fierce and forceful and still contained enough to not snap the neck in two from the raw power behind it. He also won't see the very light green glow, a natural effect of over-exerting himself.]
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[He gasped out, in a raspy voice, holding back a scream. Ah. So that was it. So the voice in his head that was telling him not to even say anything was right? Or maybe the voice in his head was so loud on the outside that troll accepted a challenge. One that he did not issue with his words, but with his actions. And the pain barely registered and maybe it would not even register at all, if the burning sting of the cuffs did not slam into him the way they did. These flames were not welcoming like the Green Sun, but hot like the flaring sun of Alternia.
It will leave marks on his weak skin. Proof that this moment happened. It was a good thing his neck was usually hidden by his suit and bowtie. But it won't change that they will be there.
Funny. He doesn't hate Karkat. He doesn't hate any of them. Hating them is so pointless. Like someone hating an ant. The ant is not something worth recognizing on any emotional level. You don't think of the feelings of an ant, when you step on the ground they walk on, and you don't really ever consider it to be a fellow living creature. Only someone sadistic would kill ants for the fun of it, because the ant doesn't understand either that they are sometimes a bother. The only difference is that you leave the ant alone, tolerate it at times, and live while only recognizing in the back of the mind that it exists.
Now the "ant" was attacking. The "troll" was attacking. It was funny. It should be funny. But it isn't. This isn't funny at all. And maybe, if Karkat could see, it would be clear that he was hardly injured on a physical level. The woman only tampered with his mind, his cognition, not with his body.
But Karkat can't see. So he won't even see Scratch's arms reaching swiftly up to his neck, moving to squeeze him into a choking grip. Only it isn't what a human's strength should be. It is a fierce and forceful and still contained enough to not snap the neck in two from the raw power behind it. He also won't see the very light green glow, a natural effect of over-exerting himself.]