Yellow eyes snapped up at Dave with the noise, expecting the human to be up on his feet to leave, he himself about to jump up to refuse him to leave. But good, Dave wasn’t gone, stay there. Maybe this is why Karkat didn’t want to sit down and explain all this shit out, because then once Dave knew everything, he’d be pretty much useless in this equation and he DIDN’T WANT TO BE USELESS in this. He wasn’t some fan-fuking-tastic Karkat who played the game and got to be some BIG TOP-TIER LEADER who everyone respected. He wasn’t a great moirail, FUCK his own moirail FORGOT about him. He was only ‘daddies favorite’ because he was Win’s direct descendant. Karkat was only here because he was probably the best troll when it came to bitching for what he wanted.
There, he could die being the troll who could bitch, nothing else to his name.
“Yeah, huh… …So much for enjoying a coffee. I didn’t know how else to, I DON’T KNOW, “SIGNIFY” I was done. There. Done. Finished. That’s all she wrote.”
Dave pinched at the bridge of his nose and tried to think of what to do with all of this…now sorted information. Okay. He could take this and use it build back up, right? That’s what people did when they were faced with this kind of scenario, right?
“Bittersweet finish if you ask me.” He propped his leg up on the other and looked around at the coffee shop. Despite the fact that he’d been to a pretty much another world, had an alien love affair, and died, nothing seemed to change. Everything just kept moving. Dave figured that’s what he needed to do too. His game never finished. Time to run with the course of his timeline while it was still a thing.
“So what now? What are your plans?” He placed a finger to his temple and leaned onto the table. Dave wasn’t sure why he was pressed to ask. Curiosity killed the cat.
Satisfaction might bring it back.