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Your name is Karkat Vantas and you don’t know what to think any more.
You stumble into your hive, miraculously able to avoid any more confrontations on your way home. There’s your lusus, scrabbling over and clicking with worried excitement. “It’s fine,” you tell him, weary to the bone, as he checks your injuries. “There’s no....no more witnesses.” Except for the one you couldn’t deal with if you needed to. What a lovely fucking situation.
The giant crab, unaccountably gentle, helps you out of your clothes and into the ablution trap. Maybe you can soak the articles and have Kanaya fix them? No, they’re probably trash now. One missed stain and....
You slump into the tub, hands slipping into your hair. Fuck. Kanaya finding out would have been a lot better....wouldn’t it? But no, it was that bloodist snob.....who saved your life. Kept you from getting raped. Fuck.
He didn’t seem....angry, at all. Not with you. If anything his rage seemed directed outward - at what, the hemospectrum? Normally the thought would provoke a bitter laugh from you, but now....
You slip your hands over your wounds, blood diluting in the cooling water. Yep. Still bright-fucking-cull-me-red. There’s no way he would have missed that, even with those stupid sunglasses on.
So why the fuck did he help you?
Realizing you’re going to gain neither sleep nor answers tonight, you sigh and slip further into the water.