She goes silent. She doesn't bother agreeing, or admitting that since the rest of the grown-up trolls are dead and gone, what they would do doesn't even matter. She, Vriska, Karkat, Sollux, Gamzee, and Kanaya are what's left of the trolls, and if they all live longer than a few hours, then they can define what it means to be a "troll."
Instead, she starts walking again.
They should try to protect each other. What an awesome job they were doing. Fuuuuck.
She stops again. Suddenly. Tapping her cane against the ground before sighing in the most frustrated manner imaginable. Suddenly, it just bursts out of her:
Halfway through her rant, she's turned, pointing her cane at Mark.
He steps back, startled. "I don't claim to have all the answers, Terezi--I'm not a teacher or a judge or a priest. But--speaking personally--I think whatever outcome leaves you all alive at the end of the day is the best one."
Hearing her own thoughts articulated through Mark calms her down. Because, honestly. What sort of story would this be, with the Knight and Seer made to stay cadavers? Certainly not one the alpha timeline would allow.
She quirks her eyebrows at the word "safe." Needless to say, that was not a sentiment she was familiar with. "Safe" doesn't really happen in troll society, and ever since they started the game, "safe" had been taken out behind the shed and put down Ol' Yeller style.
Terezi sighs.
She's pretty sure no one's ever wished for her wellbeing like that.
He's silly and sentimental and human, but here she is asking for his advice. And, surprisingly, planning to follow it.
"Glad you think so."
He won't tell her it's the right thing to do (because he can't be sure of it) or the grown up thing to do (because based on what he's heard, grown up trolls make shitty role models), but he feels something is needed here. He doesn't want regrets if she leaves again. So he blurts the next thing that comes to mind:
"I'm proud of you. No matter what happens after we leave here."
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Instead, she starts walking again.
They should try to protect each other. What an awesome job they were doing. Fuuuuck.
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"Can you stop Vriska from leaving without hurting her?"
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Halfway through her rant, she's turned, pointing her cane at Mark.
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And not one she'd allow either.
It had nothing to do with justice.
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But he's still a little uneasy about the implications of what Terezi's said--sure, he hasn't heard the word kill, but he can guess her meaning.
"I think you should talk to Vriska while you're both still here. Find out when she's from, at least."
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Suddenly we all realize that Terezi is, in fact, thirteen.
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He pauses, with a measuring look at Terezi's glasses.
"I'm sure you can do it carefully."
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Pout???? Yes.
how did I miss this tag for so long terezi is my favorite
"I guess what I want most is for you to be safe."
shame on you
She quirks her eyebrows at the word "safe." Needless to say, that was not a sentiment she was familiar with. "Safe" doesn't really happen in troll society, and ever since they started the game, "safe" had been taken out behind the shed and put down Ol' Yeller style.
Terezi sighs.
She's pretty sure no one's ever wished for her wellbeing like that.
Huh.
/sobs
"Glad you think so."
He won't tell her it's the right thing to do (because he can't be sure of it) or the grown up thing to do (because based on what he's heard, grown up trolls make shitty role models), but he feels something is needed here. He doesn't want regrets if she leaves again. So he blurts the next thing that comes to mind:
"I'm proud of you. No matter what happens after we leave here."