Your sleep was filled with horrible Horror Terrors, due to the weak sopor supply in the pill Gamzee had given you. How the fuck did they manage sleeping with the help of hardly any sopor? Did they suffer with Horror Terrors every day? If so, then how did they stand it? That's something you'll never understand.

You groan, rolling around in your sleeping bag uncomfortably. Your back hurts It's this fucking ground this hut was put over. There's a god damn lump of dirt or some shit stabbing into your back right now, and it's extremely uncomfortable. You lay on your side and sigh. At least Gamzee looks comfortable. All snuggled up in that fluffy sleeping bag he's in. Lucky bastard.

What time was it even? You had to have slept at least a few hours. The sun should be going down now. By the looks of things, the hut is darker than it was before you went to sleep. Maybe it's already Night time. Your vision is still a little shitty, thanks to you nearly blinding yourself. Nice job, fuckhead. Maybe you should just wait a while before you unzip yourself and go outside.

...

NAH. 'Fuck that' you think, attempting to squeeze your arms out of the sleeping bag. Once you manage that, you unzip the sleeping bag and stand. God, your body is stiff. Stretching yourself out, you move towards the curtain and pull it open just a bit to check the lighting outside. It was dark out. Thank fucking god. You really weren't in the mood to blind yourself again, and the thought of having to stay held up in the hut with nothing to do for a few more hours makes your cringe. It would've sucked majorly.

You step outside of the hut as quietly as you can. Don't wanna wake anyone up, seeing as how you were the only one outside, and as far as you knew, the only one who was awake also. Well, you thought you were, up until you felt someone tap you on the shoulder. You jump 10 feet in the air before you realize who had poked you.

Little Miss Terezi.

"Hey." She says, and you relax instantly at the thought of it just being the girl you had a hate boner for. Whew. She giggles at your reaction to seeing her. "...Can we talk?"

"Uh..." You sound, looking around nervously. "Sure..."

"You seriously need to relax, Karkat, sorry to break it to you." Terezi sigh, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the center o the camp. She sits you down on one of the cushions, and then she sits on the one beside yours.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." You roll your eyes. "I can't exactly relax around the Troll who told my only current friend to send me to my death."

She's silent for a moment.

"...That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about." Terezi admits. "Look, I'm sorry about all the things I said. My old Legislacerator self must've broken free after being stored away for such a long time. As you can clearly see, I don't react well when a criminal or a fugitive is brought into my new life. It reminds me of my days busting the asses of Trolls like you."

"You were a Legislacerator?" You ask her, and she nods. "Wow, I honestly don't know how I didn't see that coming. Your under-suit looks similar to the Capital's Legislacerator uniform, and I've been living there my whole life, so I don't know why I didn't recognize it."

"I would've gotten rid of it if I hadn't decided to live with these guys." Terezi explains, grunting slightly. "I mean, have you /SEEN/ how the women here dress? They're pretty much NAKED!"

You let out a laugh, the first laugh you've let out in a very long time. Terezi laughs with you.

"Yeah, hehehe-, I'm not exactly ready to give up my uniform either, hehe..." You say, attempting to stop laughing. Wiping your eyes, you take a deep breath to help compose yourself. Terezi's calmed herself as well. She takes a swift look at your outfit once more before speaking.

"Are you a Threshecutioner?" She questions you

"Was." You correct her. "I /was/ a Threshecutioner. Pretty high up in the ranks, too. I was the captain of the lead squad."

"What happened?" She asks yet another questions. "To make you leave, I mean."

"Well," You begin. "I didn't want to leave. I was forced to. Everyone who I cared about was at that base, Terezi. It's almost been 2 whole sweeps since I've been gone, actually. And the fucking empire still hasn't forgotten what I've done. Haven't they ever fucking heard 'live and let live'?! It's been so long! And it's obvious that they wont forget, no matter how much my little Heiress asked them to, they're still after me."

"Your little Heiress?" Terezi asks, seemingly more interested than before. "Do you mean the Heiress to the Throne?"

You nod.

"There isn't an Heiress anymore, Karkat." She tells you, and you feel your bloodpusher sink. Did she mean... Feferi was gone? "There hasn't been an Heiress since-"

"What happened to Feferi?!" You ask, becoming more and more upset as time went by. You really hope she's okay. You'd be devastated if anything bad happened to her. Your thinkpan is running to the worst of conclusions, and it's driving you crazy.

"Karkat, calm down!" Terezi shouts, noticing how much you're panicking at the moment. She whacks your cheek in a horrible attempt at papping you. "Feferi is the Empress!"

A wave of relief flows over you, and now you can't stop smiling. Your best friend is the Empress... She's okay, and she's the strongest Troll in the whole fucking world. You have nothing to worry about now.

"You were friends with Empress Feferi?" More questions from the Prosecutioner. You nod, a smile still on your face.

"She was my best friend for the longest time." You explain. "I wonder if she still remembers me."

"Pretty sure that if you're a fugitive, she'll remember you." Terezi snorts.

"Oh, thanks!" You laugh, punching her in the arm. She begins to laugh that obnoxious laugh, but this time you can't cringe. You're too relaxed and happy to feel disgusted with her.

Feferi's the fucking Empress of Alternia. You've never been so proud of anyone in your whole life.