Karkat has been aware since the second he shut his mouth that he probably shouldn’t have added that part about Eridan’s title. But in the moment, he was furious and all he could think of was using every weapon in his arsenal to verbally decimate his foe, and the title was the cheapest, quickest way to do it. The final nail in that bulky coffin of Eridan’s massive ego.

Still, the reaction stings.

“FINE,” he glares. “GREAT. I’M STUCK HERE FOREVER. AT LEAST I KNOW THAT THE ONLY FRIENDS I HAVE LEFT ARE GOING SOMEWHERE BETTER THAN ME.” At least that’s one thing he can say he got right, amidst his monumental pile of screw-ups.

“AND FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH, THE PLAN DID WORK. WHICH, IF YOU’D BOTHERED TO LISTEN TO A SINGLE FUCKING THING I SAID, YOU’D KNOW ALREADY.”