Karkat shrugs. "Yeah, well, what do highbloods care about lowbloods anyway? I mean, okay, technically you humans all have the same color, but it's pretty obvious where everyone is here metaphorically."

He leans back against the bench, looks up at the sky. It's hard to see any stars, the city's too bright for them. "I guess they put me in the right District, then. I've been training myself to fight and kill for sweeps. You pretty much have to back home if you don't want to die yourself. That's why I don't get a lot of these human tributes, how they act like these games are these awful, unthinkable things, but back home we already had reality television shows like them--and in those nobody got brought back to life. I mean, it's not usually on such a huge scale, but."

He shrugs again. "Hey, what's twelve do, then?"