Karkat's lips curl at the sap. "I get it, I get it. You love-pity-whatever each other. You don't have to show off in front of me," he says with a shooing wave.

He turns his attention to Roland right after. "And excuse me for doing the polite thing and not gawking at your jacked up prongs all the time. Fuck you, by the way: I'm the one who died from a cave-in in the space arena. I know what they're like." His tone's sharp, but not in the actually upset way.

Fully intending to take and keep firm grasp of the leader position, he storms ahead. If they don't follow they'll get left behind.

He calls back without looking, "He shouldn't knit in the first place if it turns out like that woolen horrorterror I saw last time."