As the Cancer's mutated blood rushed down his cheek, a tumid overflowing river of red, his left eye twitched in fury. Oh what he would give to rise up on that throne and slash that sadistic smirk off the elder's painted white face. How he just sat there, and silently mocked him, over and over. Must be feeling sooo giddy, that son of a bitch!

"STAND UP, MOTHERFUCKING LOWBLOOD!" The beast bellowed from his throne, "Or…Do I have to make you?"

"You would fucking love that…wouldn't you?" However, Karkat refused to even look up at the Grand Highblood, not yet anyway. His legs felt as if arrows and spears severely lodged themselves into the small troll's petite legs. Oh the agony of it all, so he thought.

"Where the fuck's Gamzee…?"

The elder indigo blood's grin merely widened even more. Oh how cute, a little mutant blood, of all despicable creatures for that matter, making the feeblest attempt to address HIM! "Heh…I don't know, where is he?"

"STOP FUCKING MESSING WITH ME, FUCKASS! WHERE THE HELL IS HE?" Karkat's impatience seeped through his pores like steam from an open boiling pot. A pot that was leaking water quite heavily.

However, the Grand Highblood seemed to become rather intrigued by the persistent nature of the smaller, inferior lowblood. Such anger, how familiar it was; to finally be able to see it once again drew a sense of mirth from him. "You tell me… YOU TELL ME, YOU LOWBLOOD SHIT! Where is your precious mate…? HUH?"

The mutant blooded Cancer still could not look up at the elder Capricorn. His fists clenched tighter and tighter, so tightly the veins inside his hands became so close to straining between his tight grey skin and his brittle bones. He would let them burst, though; his blood spewing was the least of his worries.

"Damn it, I don't care if you chain me up like you did my ancestor and beat me down until no more of this mutant blood runs through my cold veins…I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO ME!" Tears that matched the color of the blood caked on his head welt up in his burning inferno eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. Not in front of this monster who took away so many trolls he cared about, to the extent of using that ungodly human emotion called love. He may not understand it to its full extent, but that didn't mean he couldn't start.

"I don't care if I have to beg…Just tell me…WHERE IS HE?"

Though the Highblood would not admit it, that display had to be one of the most impressive displays of determination he'd ever seen from a troll of such a low class. The best one, in a while…oh how he missed those times. A low, throaty chuckle managed to escape the Grand Highblood's throat.

"If you must motherfucking know…HE'S WHERE HIS SORRY INSUBORDINATE ASS DESERVES TO BE!" Faster than the smaller troll could blink, the same club that smashed his head in the first time connected with his skull, sending more blood to spew out of the dam of skin and bone.

But Karkat wouldn't scream, not like the first time. If there was one thing he learned from that, it was that he needed to remain silent; highbloods hated when their victims were silent.

"My darling…your little best friend is dead…JUST AS YOU WILL MOTHERFUCKING BE!"

Again and again, the dam broke, the cracks being unable to be filled again. It would forever be impossible, but what would be worth fixing what is already destroyed? Why protect a child from drowning when someone has already thrown him in the water? Why save…what is already dead?

And throughout…He still did not lock eyes with the beast.