Eridan just kinda stands there and takes it? Not because he deserves it -- obviously, he doesn't, that's not even the discussion here -- but because Karkat is actually angry and Eridan never really knows how to handle Karkat when he's being anything other than amicably rancorous.
He tries to listen, really. Tries to actually internalize something from the shouting. But the more he says, the more biting his commentary, the worse it makes Eridan feel -- and the worse he feels, the less he wants to hear. Especially with that final, full-palm slap of ugly clarity. Karkat calls him the destroyer of hope and all he can think is why? Why the fuck did he have to -- why did he get that title, why was that his thing, and what kind of bullshit game construct develops a class that's designed to ruin everything!
He opens his mouth, ready to snap out that he is a different person, obviously, by virtue of being stuck here for months by himself -- but it's fuckin' pointless.
So instead, he glares at the horizon and destroys a couple more hopes. "Wwell, you're fuckin' stuck here wwith me. Forevver. Until your stupid fuckin' soul or wwhatevver gets sucked into the ship and you turn into a shitty ghost that folds towwels and cleans up after shitty humans. You're nevver goin' home, so evven if your plan wworks so much fuckin' better than mine, you're nevver gonna see it come to fruition."
The words feel good in the grossest possible way. He doesn't bother looking at Karkat. Let the shithead walk off and start tellin' everyone just how shitty he is. It's an easy expectation to live up to.
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He tries to listen, really. Tries to actually internalize something from the shouting. But the more he says, the more biting his commentary, the worse it makes Eridan feel -- and the worse he feels, the less he wants to hear. Especially with that final, full-palm slap of ugly clarity. Karkat calls him the destroyer of hope and all he can think is why? Why the fuck did he have to -- why did he get that title, why was that his thing, and what kind of bullshit game construct develops a class that's designed to ruin everything!
He opens his mouth, ready to snap out that he is a different person, obviously, by virtue of being stuck here for months by himself -- but it's fuckin' pointless.
So instead, he glares at the horizon and destroys a couple more hopes. "Wwell, you're fuckin' stuck here wwith me. Forevver. Until your stupid fuckin' soul or wwhatevver gets sucked into the ship and you turn into a shitty ghost that folds towwels and cleans up after shitty humans. You're nevver goin' home, so evven if your plan wworks so much fuckin' better than mine, you're nevver gonna see it come to fruition."
The words feel good in the grossest possible way. He doesn't bother looking at Karkat. Let the shithead walk off and start tellin' everyone just how shitty he is. It's an easy expectation to live up to.
"Howw's that for the Prince'a Hope?"