Your name Tavros Nitram and you don't even know how you feel.

You're stitting in the chair again the next day, waiting for Equius to come and repair your legs. Now, he'll know. He'll know what you've been doing the past sweep and you are scared of what he'll say or do. Chances are he'll quietly repair your legs and be done with it, after all, a highblood told him to.

Equius enters the room holding a toolkit. he doesn't look at your face, but immediately sits down in front of you and lifts your legs with the damaged foot by the ankle.

"E-qui-" you begin, but he puts up a hand, indicating for you to stop speaking. You do.

"This will be painful." he says and pulls out wire trimmers and a small portable flaming device. He quickly cuts the ends of the wires in your legs and starts soldering them back together. As he told you, this is painful. You don't scream or cry, but you squeeze your eyes shut, grind your teeth together, and dig your fingernails into your palms hard enough that they start to bleed.

"That is done." he says. he puts aside the tools and looks at your knee, frowning.

"A-a-are you mad at me?" you ask, not sure why that would matter.

"Your knee is not badly damaged, it will only take a minute to repair, and it will not hurt much." say Equius. he goes about that.

"I'm sorry I got th-them damaged." you say as he works. "but I've been taking good care of my legs, really."

"By all rights I should remove them." he says. "you have abused the gift of being able to walk by participating in rebellious activities. However, The Grand Highblood requested I repair you. So I shall."

"It-it's not like I had much choice. the other option was being culled." you say.

"Then you should have accepted your death with honor." he stands. "I am finished." you stand up.

"They-they're perfect. Thank you." he nods and turns to leave, taking his toolkit with him.

"Tavros Nitram," he says. "My moirail, is she in much danger?" You blink and then realize what he means. He knows what Nepeta is up to.

"Less now that Karkat is gone." you say. He nods and leaves. the door locking behind him.

Tavros: be Nepeta

Your Name is Nepeta Leijon.

You are sitting on a dock, knees pulled up staring out at the water. Karkat and Vriska left a few hours ago and you still haven't gone home.

You asked them, both of them ofur and ofur to take you with. And every time the told you no. That you needed to stay here, help from here, stay with your blueblood moirail, fight from the inside, or even that you would be miserable on a boat. As if! You love ships, even literal ones.

But Karkitty asked you to not come. Which is why you are sitting here.

Nepeta: go home

You stand up and start to walk away. You miss Karkat so much! the whole time he was gone, you missed him. Then you saw him, but only fur such a little amount of time. At least, you helped a little bit.

You go home and pet your lusus, enjoying her purrs. You think and think and finally get an idea.

Your going to start a rebel cell. Right now, not much is organized, you have people you know are on your side, but no one is in charge, and no one can be really truly counted on. But you'll change that. And when The Sufferer Spawn comes back, you'll all be ready to help him.

You get a fresh notebook you were going to use for something else, but now it has a better purpose. It's going to help lowbloods be free and safe and happy finally.

You smile as you start drawing plans, leaning back on your lusus. Maybe it was a good thing you stayed behind after all.

Nepeta: be someone else

Your name is Eridan Ampora.

You lean in close to the mirror to look at your face. It's obvious these cuts won't heal perfectly. You are going to be permanently scarred. Just like your ancestor.

You found out about Vriska journal a good long while before Feferi became the Empress and pestered her until she let you see it. It didn't take long to figure out who your ancestor was, or then to go and fin out more about him from other places.

You put your glasses back on and walk away from the mirror. the scars won't be so bad, you suppose. perhaps they'll add something to your appearance, make you look older, or like you've been through enough to know more than everyone else. Either way, looking more like Dualscar did can't be so bad.

Eridan: go to throne room.

You can't go to the throne room because you just got there already.

You bow to Feferi and she sends the guards away. The two of you never talk about important things when others are around. that was your request. You can't advise Feferi or tell her what she needs to do in front of others, it'd make her look weak.

"Eridan..." she stands up and runs over to you and hugs you. You are surprised but hug her back. She pulls away and looks at you.

"Your face...oh. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, makes me looked, rugged." she laughs.

"You wish. But still, this whole thing, it's awful." she says. "I've tried so hard to stop the culling, sometimes, it's just, necessary. I've stop lots and lots of cullings and executions so far. "

"You don't need to explain yourself to me, Fef." you say. "But, all the same. Karkat is a threat. because reel-ly, doesn't matter wwhat you do and don't do anymore, He's convvinced you'll end up a killer." She walked away.

Feferi wanders in circles as she talks. "So, you're shore I'd have to kill him to stop him?"

"I don't like it either." you truly don't. Killing upsets Fef, and you hate making her sad. "But it may be necessary. If you come up wwith another solution, a wway to imprison him wwithout his supporters trying to rescue him. I'll help howwevver I can." you mean that too." she stops walking and stand stilling, her face all furrowed, thinking hard. she sighs.

"I hate being The Condescension."

"No you don't." you say. "You lovve it. Powwer to do wwhatevver you think is best and right, instead of having your life decided by others. wwho wwouldn't wwant that?" she sighs and looks at the floor. Then looks up.

"I don't want to put an order out to kill him...but...I will. make it happen Eridan." you nod and leave the room. You know just how upset she is, and you'd love to try to make her feel better, but, you can't risk letting your true feelings show, it would mess up things for you both.

Eridan: Be The Condescension

After Eridan leaves you calmly go to your room and lock the door. There are things to prepare for your wedding scattered all over, paperwork you have yet to do or shove onto someone else, and several other things pertaining to being just who you are-sole dictator of an empire-laying around.

Feferi: Change

You tale of your black bodysuit and all the jewelry and change into something you're more fond of. Your multicolor swimsuit with the skirt.

You look in the mirror and see not a woman of eight and a half. But a girl of barely seven, if that. Before the day drones tried to cull Gamzee and Eridan. Before you knew you would for shore be The Empress, before Karkat decided to betray you because of his mutant blood.

What's mutant blood anyway? A different color? I've always been taught mutations can become worse if passed onto another generation, that they become a threat to our survival. I hope that true. because, I need some way to forgive myself for doing this to Karkat. Some way.