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[Tucked away in the back of the library is a table loaded up with books. On top of the books are boxes of multi-colored pencils, a good fraction of them snapped into unusable pieces. And seated at the table, obscured by all the books and boxes, is a troll, bent over a notebook, maroon colored pencil in hand, coloring away. He has homework he should be doing, but he doesn't really care. In that moment, all that mattered to him was the drawing of a robotic girl with large red eyes and graceful curves.]

Ah... Aradia... How I long to gaze once more into your soulless eyes... to read your words of patience and obedience... to hold your cold metal chasis in my arms...

[He sighs longingly, putting aside his pencil to trace blue bow lips, then glances around conspiratorially. There was no one around, was there? No one was watching? No, the coast was clear.]

[Biting his lip, he picked up the notebook, holding it aloft in front of him. With one last glance, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the drawing.]

[Moments later, he leaned to the side, cradling the notebook in his arms as if he was sweeping it off its feet, passionately kissing the drawing.]

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[hisses] By blood I am! And I will cut my hand open and rub it in your face to prove it, if need be! Now give me back my drawing and. Leave. Me. Alone!

How? It's not like you can touch me.

[He actually takes the notebook in his hands now, and seizes the page with the drawing so he can rip it free from the binding.]

[FLAIL]

NO! GIVE THAT BACK!

[Even though this will probably prove futile, he's going to try kicking Sollux's shin. He wants his drawing, gosh darn it!]

[Sollux steps back just in time to let that refract off of a thin sheen of energy. The concussive force is still kind of startling though, and he impulsively tries to levitated Equius off of the floor entirely.]

[Then he tears the drawing's page out of the notebook and tosses the rest of it to the floor.]

[SCREAM. He was going to try and tackle Sollux next too, but it's sort of hard to do that when his feet aren't touching the floor. He's just going to hiss and shriek and claw at the paper furiously]

GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER, YOU FILTHY LITTLE WORM! SHE IS MINE!

[No worries, other inhabitants of the library. Just two super powered trolls screaming at each other.]

SHE'S MY MOIRAIL, ASSHOLE!

[At least screaming is all they're doing]

THAT ARADIA IS NOT YOURS. SHE IS FROM MY WORLD, SHE IS DEAD, AND I MADE A ROBOT BODY JUST FOR HER TO POSSESS! SHE IS MINE! MINE MINE MINE!!

[Now Sollux is getting even more worked up, and his psionics are flaring up louder and brighter than before. His eyes are glowing intensely now, and the aura of energy is getting larger and more tempestuous.]

She doesn't belong to anyone, you stupid freak! Not in my world and not anywhere else!

YOU'LL NOT ADDRESS ME IN THAT MANNER, FILTHBLOOD!

[Just going to ignore what he's saying about Aradia not belonging to anyone. Of course he knows all that, she never actually agreed to be his anything, but that doesn't mean he wants her any less.]

[Kanaya saw the first tendrils of psionic energy over the tops of the bookshelves earlier, but it's Equius' shout that draws her attention. She stalks over.]

Wow, okay, could everyone perhaps calm down. What's the source of contention? [with a glance at Equius] Aside, I assume, from your almost incredibly delicate class sensibilities, which I can see have been shredded like the diaphanous gut tissues of a vulnerable young jellyfish.

[Sollux looks surprised and a little ashamed the moment Kanaya intervenes, though he doesn't quite put Equius down yet.]

[He's not sure he's capable of coherently explaining what's happening.]

[Quietly:] He was saying disgusting shit about Aradia.

[The lights dim, but continue flickering.]

[Oh, hi Kanaya. Your friend here was just picking on a 6 sweep old who is now currently thrashing wildly in the air because that's about all he can do]

The only disgusting thing here is you and your wretched tongue! I may pity her if I wish! And all this could have been avoided if you had just GIVEN ME MY DRAWING BACK!

Equius, while I comprehend your distress, I'd ask that you shut up, for one moment.

[turning back to Sollux]

What did he say?

[He's not actually sure what Equius even said in the beginning that set him off, or if he said anything at all, but so many feelings are being had.]

[He doesn't look at her when he says:] Just...talking like she belonged to him.

...He doesn't deserve to.

[He's only shutting up because he likes you, Kanaya. but he's glaring hard enough to burn holes in Sollux's head]

[Kanaya rubs the bridge of her nose, wearily.]

I see. And the drawing...?

[He lifts it up to show her. It's basically just a drawing of robot-Aradia with presumably some Equius slobber on it.]

...He was making out with it.

[BLUSH, but he's going to fold his arms over his chest and hold his head up high anyway. He'll show no shame to this lowblood, none.]

[Kanaya bites her lip in a way that suggests she might, just possibly, be trying not to laugh.]

How... enterprising of him.

Sollux, he's six. It's hardly surprising that he doesn't know how to express piteous sentiments appropriately. [pause, and, more gently] I know you miss her, but I really don't think flinging him around like enraged confetti is going to help anything. No, not even his grasp of basic troll decency.

[The fight mostly goes out of him at this point, outmatched by pale bereavement. Without moving, he finally let Equius drop back to the floor, then tossed the picture at him.]

...Trolls like him are the reason I lost her in the first place.

[As soon as his feet touch the ground, he scrambles for the picture, snatching it out of the air and clutching it to his chest. He turns away to smooth it out and mutter soothingly to it. There there, beloved, the fillythy mustardblood will mar your beautiful visage no more]

[He freezes at Sollux's word, turning his head to glare furiously at him]

Excuse me? Assuming that your Aradia died at Vriska's command the way mine did, I assure you, you are grossly mistaken. I am not like her. I'll not waste my time with elaborate, backhanded schemes and convoluted double dealings.

[Kanaya's expression cools significantly at the mention of Vriska's part in Aradia's death.]

It is regrettably likely that, given the chance, he would have grown up into one of those trolls, yes. But punishing him for a certain family resemblance and a burgeoning potential for douchebaggery, would, if anything, be a kind of hemochromatic determinism all its own.

[to Equius] Who knows. Perhaps here you'll have a chance to learn certain vital lessons about redrom and friendship alike.

[pause]

And perhaps I have been watching too many of Karkat's movies, but never mind.

You should go, I think.

[He took a few steps towards Kanaya, nodding vaguely and sort of staring into space. He hates them so much that it's perilously difficult for him to not feel like there's some kind of justice in this.]

[But then again, he's fully aware that he is in possession of a severely damaged mind.]

Him being six doesn't mean his bullshit is okay.

First of all, do not speak about me as if I am not here. [Just going to arch an eyebrow and put his hands on his hips, cocking them to the side.] I may be young, and I may be hemist jerk, but that's just plain rude no matter what the circumstances are.

Secondly, neither of you know anything about me. At all. You have some vague idea based on an alternate version of me that I presume neither of you are particularly close to, but I get the impression that you don't know the sort of environment either of us grew up in. I cannot speak for him, but I have never intentionally killed another troll in my short six sweeps. There have been accidents, yes, but I was barely two sweeps old, and I had absolutely no idea how my strength would affect others. I know better know, and I've turned to fighting robots so that such accidents never occur again. And to be frank, I find no amusement in toying with lowbloods the way Vriska does.

Further more, and I know this does not excuse my behavior, but I have done things to better the lives of those below me. I made Vriska a robotic arm when her own foolishness left her bereft. I made Aradia a robotic body to house her soul, using my own blood as the lifeforce her spirit would require for possession. And while I've not personally done it, future me will build Tavros a pair of robotic legs so that he may walk once more. And it's not even the sexy jerk I call my kismesis I do this for, but the pathetic, spineless excuse of a toreador.

And while I'm at it, might I suggest that it's lowbloods like you that are the reason I am who I am? I dare say, you, as a group, are hardly any more tolerant than I am. You treat that is different with fear and disgust, and hardly even treat your own peers with anything that resembles respect. You use foul language, and half the time, you blame others for your own misfortune when it's nobody's fault but your own. Now, I could spend all my time fretting about what you think of me, but I think that would make for a rather miserable existence, since everyone automatically disapproves of me based on reputation more than any truth of the matter. And without seeking to understand that which is different. So I think I'd much rather be proud and strong and alone, even if that makes me an elitist, sick little pony then waste my time being someone I'm not.

And now, if you have nothing else to say, I would appreciate it if you would leave me in peace, as I have a lot of work to do, and I sort of was here first. I do have a rather lot of things to pick up and leave with, after all.

...

[Around halfway through this dissertation, Kanaya gently massages her headwound, and shakes her had, once, slowly, and puts a hand on Sollux's shoulder.

She strides off, making for quieter stacks. Her cape billows, but not, of course, gratuitously.]

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