He snarls, the sound cutting off the end of Karkat's words. He takes a step closer, then another, leering down at the boy upon the stone.
"You bear traitor's blood," He says, voice dripping with venom. "YOU WALK IN THE BONES OF THEM WHAT WALKED SWEEPS AND SWEEPS AND SWEEPS PAST YOURS. You are the spit and fucking ilk, the Sufferer's god forsaken ghost.. AIN'T GIVE A SQUEAKBEASTS ASS WHO YOU MOTHERFUCKING YOU MOTHERFUCKING ARE AND ARE NOT!"
His words are in din, echoing out. The deathly quiets that follow his shouts are paralysing. They make the shadows colder, darker, deeper. There is the sense they might reach out for someone and take them down. The Highblood is a shadow given form and life.
"They died for you. YOU CRUEL ASS THING, FOR YOU THEY WENT AND MADE THEMSELVES MOTHERFUCKING DEAD. You do not appreciate. YOU DO NOT FATHOM. You never have..."
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"You bear traitor's blood," He says, voice dripping with venom. "YOU WALK IN THE BONES OF THEM WHAT WALKED SWEEPS AND SWEEPS AND SWEEPS PAST YOURS. You are the spit and fucking ilk, the Sufferer's god forsaken ghost.. AIN'T GIVE A SQUEAKBEASTS ASS WHO YOU MOTHERFUCKING YOU MOTHERFUCKING ARE AND ARE NOT!"
His words are in din, echoing out. The deathly quiets that follow his shouts are paralysing. They make the shadows colder, darker, deeper. There is the sense they might reach out for someone and take them down. The Highblood is a shadow given form and life.
"They died for you. YOU CRUEL ASS THING, FOR YOU THEY WENT AND MADE THEMSELVES MOTHERFUCKING DEAD. You do not appreciate. YOU DO NOT FATHOM. You never have..."
The Highblood's eyes narrow.