Fuck.

Everything hurts, and the promise of numbness you can feel at the edge of the pain tells you nothing good about your chances of making it out of this alive. Not that it would make much of a difference if you did.

It's been… years maybe, stuck on this Gog forsaken rock floating through this Gog forsaken void, with only a handful of others for company. You all knew this sort of thing was inevitable once you realized this was a doomed timeline, but bad luck and your own fucking pride put off the end until now. Years of all of you slipping off one by one, dying slow deaths, and dumb deaths, and deaths from despair and constantly feeling your own inevitable dooms pressing down. At least it will be over soon.

And, you suppose, as far as ends go, this one was pretty fan-fucking-tastic. In true black-rom movie style, it ended with just you and your kismesis up against the whole fucking world, and while the world won in the end, you made it rain blood first.

You crawl over to him, he's in as bad a condition as you are, and if the end of your life is going to be a black-rom movie, you might as well go all the way.

"…Karkat…" He hardly has the strength to speak, but even through the mask of blood covering his face he smiles one of those derpy, bucktoothed, absolutely infuriating smiles.

It completely breaks your heart.

If he were a troll, and this really were a black-rom movie ending, you two would share a vicious kiss and die with insults and each other's blood on your lips. If this were one of his idiotic human movies, you two wouldn't have a romance because human movies are only about matesprits, and whatever you feel for him, it's never been pity.

You've never wanted to protect him from the world.

You've always wanted to fight against everything with him by your side. To throw yourself against him to sharpen yourself for everything else, to constantly push him to get better so he can push you, to marvel at the things he does, and make him marvel at you in turn. You wanted to wipe that grin off his face and peel back his idiotic joy to see the fire that you can smell burning under it, to match those fires with your own and burn the whole motherfucking world.

But he's such a dumb, pink monkey from an idiotic, backwards culture, and he's never really understood that.

So instead of a vicious kismesis kiss, you give him one of those gentle, human kisses he used to love to coax from you and you used to hate eventually giving in to. You hold him close and feel his heart beat as it slows down and eventually stops altogether. You say nothing, and eventually your harsh breathing grows quieter and quieter, leaving the void with nothing but silence.