Kanaya(diamonds)Karkat: Otsukare (Japanese) something someone exclaims when finally permitted to relax; like "good work"
"Oh Karkat," you sob, leaning over his broken body. "What did I tell you about playing the hero." He'd dived in front of you and taken attack from the Black King for you, which explained how bloodied and tattered he looked. Only he hadn't died right away, he was slowly bleeding out in front of you and the others. Cherry was spreading out in an ever-increasing pool, and you yourself were smeared with it.
Most of the others don't say any words behind her, maybe too shocked by the revelation of a mutant in their midst. Gamzee and Vriska are finishing off the King while you hold your moirail in his last moments in this body. "I'm so sorry, Karkat," you apologize, as you stroke some hair away from his eyes. "I'm so sorry."
You lean in to kiss him, so he can make the transition from death to dream-self, but something in his eyes causes you to pause. "…Ou did a goo-good job, Kanaya. J-Just relax…now." He says, bloody smile stretching painfully across his face. Moron, he stopped you for that? He could die at any moment and – and –
You feel his heart lurch, and in a panic you crash your lips to his as his last breath escapes his lips. In the background the Black King explodes into grist and other rewards, but you hardly care about that. You check your messages, waiting for Karkat to troll you. He has to be okay, you have to have made it in time.
There's cherry on your hands, and no sign of grey on Trollian. You stare out into space for what feels like an eternity, waiting. Vriska touches your shoulder, and you jerk back to awareness. "I…" you begin, unable to put words to the ache in your soul. "I didn't make it in time." Why did you wait, why? You'd known time was of the essence, why was what Karkat had wanted to say more important than saving his life?
Why?
Vriska touches your cheek, and her hand comes away with jade-tinged tears. You hiccup, and the tears come in earnest now. You let him die, you let – why did – you let him die. He was in your arms, you could have saved him and now he was dead! Why? Why!
"He said something, didn't he Kanaya?" Terezi prompts, harsh voice tempered in the moment. In your grief you don't recall their dance around the flushed quadrant, only know that she is calm and your heart is breaking.
"He said I…I did a good job." You repeat, and your heart latches onto those words suddenly. "I did…a good job." Karkat didn't blame you; he wouldn't (he was – had been such a good moirail) hate you because you'd been slow.
You slump over, and Vriska moved to catch you. Tears still flowed fast and hard, but your heart was letting go of the guilt, relaxing. You still mourned him, and you would forever (he'd been the soul mate meant for your diamond), but knowing you had his forgiveness meant you could let grow of the budding guilt. Because…you'd done a good job.