"Ah -- yes," he says, and the tone of his voice is not elation or pride or even relief -- he sounds as uncertain as Karkat feels. He sits up properly, brushes a hand through his hair (which does absolutely nothing), and looks his descendent over.

He looks better. Alive, which is the most important part, but less ragged too. Good.

"I did, but I don't think the reality of it has sunk in yet."