Sollux's eyebrows scrunch skeptically at the comparison to Gamzee. He doesn't know a thing of that clown's future, but comparing that pan-stunted sopor addict to this guy he actually likes is a stretch. Gamzee never informed him of anything that grand. He'd be surprised if Gamzee could ever teach him much of anything beyond how to be a gawping fool at the universe.

But other things hold more interest. He's not sure in whole how to feel on his similarity to his ancestor, but it's not negative as it sits now. He sounds like a good enough troll to be like, horrid and undeserved though his fate was. He never knew Terezi's ancestor had been here, either, but he follows enough to guess that's who the Neophyte must be. It follows from the context. But he doesn't dig, and has no reason to.

"He should be," he says as he answers the one thing he can. "If he wath thtill alive thomehow in my lifetime, then the Vatht Glub would have killed him. I heard it - not jutht the part where it killed me, but all of it, everyone, in thith big wave."

He didn't have time when it happened to think about it much. He had to save Feferi, and he did, and then he was gone. Still, it sends a shiver through him to think of that magnitude, and to remember the endless noise of it.

"I don't think I do yet. But I guethh if you want to athk me thtuff, I'll let you. It'th fair after everything you've told me."