"No," Karkat says fiercely. "No, dumbass, it's not. What that shithead did was not fucking justified. If he'd just killed me then maybe, maybe you could say he was dispensing justice or some shit like that, killing your moirail after you killed his, but he didn't, Kankri, he didn't. He fucking tortured me and made you finish me off and that wasn't just, that wasn't right, I don't care if he's a highblood, that he's going to be the Grand fucking Highblood, he had no fucking right to do what he did to you, to us. He didn't." He rubs his eyes. He feels almost like he's going to cry himself. "He had no fucking right."

It dimly occurs to him that what he's saying is fucking antithetical to everything he's known but he ignores that thought, pushes it aside to pick up later.

"He had no fucking right," he repeats.