When you think of Terezi, you think of a girl with grey skin, pointy triangle horns, a grin as razor sharp as her teeth and her words, and eyes that, despite their lack of sight, are calculating and anything but cold.
...
That's not the Terezi you think of now.
She's merely a shell of what she used to be.
That smile has melted and those eyes...though they have regained their sight...are lifeless.
Where did that confidence go?
.
.
.
That is a trick question.
Because you know where it went.
.
Why. Why do you feel so inadequate now?
But of course, you know why.
It's because you made a mistake.
A stupid, stupid, fucking DUMB mistake.
Ugh.
You hate it. You hate him, and everything he did, and didn't do, and how he acts, and how he treats his "friends" now and-
And that's exactly how and why you are in this position in the first place.
Because you decided to get involved.
In the freaking name of justice.
And it all spiraaled downhill from there.
You have to end this.
And not just...this...abomination of a quadrant.
You're going to have to do more.
You need to do this to keep him from hurting anybody else, from damaging more people, from helping that-that thing from taking over whatever amount of reality that it hasn't destroyed yet, and get him away from your friends so that...
He doesn't kill any more of them. You look into the bright sky of LOLAR and tie the red blindfold over your now-seeing (yet another mistake, IT'S ALL HIS FAULT) eyes.
And...
And you can smell colors again.
You missed that.
You grab your cane/swords and get on the move.
You are going to end this.
End him.
You are going
...
Clown hunting.