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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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[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.]

[Sollux was beginning to look like he was about to commit real, physical violence towards the younger troll, but Kanaya's hand on his shoulder does something to snap him out of it. He looks at her frowning deeply, but at least is present enough to realize that if he doesn't leave soon he's going to catch hell for ruining the library's upholstery.]

[And so, mid spiel, he vanishes along with her.]

[That is about enough of this shit.]

[He sneers as he watches them walk away, head bowed and fists clenching at his sides. He hated lowbloods, he really. truly did. But Aradia had shown him tolerance and patience where others would not, and maybe soon she would be here. Soon.]

[Until then, he was better off alone]

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