His hand jerks back. It's like a slap, having past Karkat's actions thrown in his face again, and as she goes on an impotent frustration wells up in him.

It doesn't stop a cringe for the actual rebel leader comment, but he doesn't dare say a thing to that. It's enough of a worry as it is, how the Capitol might treat him for the stance he took on Alternia. He just hopes the Signless will handle it smoothly.

But back here in the present...

"He was never my moirail," he says first. His voice is calmer but harder for it. "And I don't remember any of that. I can't deny what happened and I'm not going to, but how am I supposed to answer for things past me did when I'm not the one who decided it all? I don't know what was going through his head. All I knew was you told me you killed him, just dropped that right out of nowhere, and expected me to carry the burden of whatever he fucked up this time."

The hurt is crowding out the anger again, because damnit, they just fixed things between them. How is he supposed to deal with anything here if he keeps getting pulled short by the leash his past self secured on his neck?