Gamzee(diamonds)Karkat: Wintercearig (Old English) Literally "winter-care" or "winter-sorrow". The feeling of sadness equatable to the cold of winter.
He'd never been to Jade's planet before it had been thawed, due to the whole meteor on the edge of the void being on the edge of the troll's session, but it was still pretty fucking cold. Like, Alternia had never been this cold either (as far as he could remember), and there was still a little snow in hiding places where the light of Skaia couldn't reach.
It was bone chilling and frightening and it left him feeling as frozen outside the same way his heart felt frozen. Like the cold of Jade's planet was seeping past the flesh on his body and the very thick sweater he'd taken to wearing to hide the smell of his blood color from Terezi all those weeks ago, and matching the cold in his heart. And well, he hated it.
Because whenever chills went down his spine, he was forcibly reminded of his moirail…ex-moirail Gamzee.
Reminded of the weeks and weeks that melted into the years he spent on that meteor after that 5x showdown on the surface/roof of the lab. Resurrected memories of lonely feelings jams on a pile empty of anything but him after the first month of the relationship had just barely ended. He had endless memories of lonely nights when he could have used a pap and a shoosh but instead spent time trying to find his homicidal, out-of-his-pan moirail.
It had been lonely and hard and most of all it hurt. Because Gamzee didn't think he was worth breaking up with, didn't think he was worth a single jam after that first month. Gamzee left him alone for almost three years, with not even a honk to hint he still kept an ear to the ground for him.
He felt used, like a chump. How could he have thought they'd be happy pale mates? He felt like he'd had his conciliatory quadrant rolled up into a ball, where it had been used to wipe beast excrement off the faces of the vilest criminals known to paradox space.
Because Gamzee, who had before his snap been one of the nicest trolls he'd known, had thrown him away like he was worthless. He hadn't deserved a word once his usefulness had been exhausted. He was scum, the lowest of the low. Vriska, if she'd been alive, probably wouldn't have even fed him to her lusus (if her lusus had also been alive. You know what this metaphor sucked major ass, never fucking mind)!
So he stood in the cold wind of LOFAF, and felt the cold bone deep, and remembered.