Honestly, you wish you could just hide Karkat from the world. Seeing him now just hurts. So you just hold him tight, as he falls a part in your arms. The sobs coming from him were better than the silence he granted you at first, you admit. It lets you know he isn't too far broken.

You feel a few drops of rain on your head. It was forecasted to rain today, so it's expected. As much as you want to keep Karkat in your arms, you don't want to risk both of you getting sick – it's the summer, god dammit, no one should be sick during this time of the year.

It starts coming down hard, and you pull away. "Let's get out of here." He just nods, rubbing his eyes with the back of his free hand, as you take the other and guide him back to your car. He holds your hand tight, like a life line. And as of the moment, it practically is.

You both are beaten up by the rain, cold and soaked, by the time you reach the car. You'd like to head back to the campsite, though that's probably not a good idea at the moment. You both need to get your shit together before you head back to face everyone else. Attempting suicide is not something one can walk away from simply. You know that – long story short, before you had your memories you were suicidal, luckily you chickened out.

You start the car to warm up the both of you. Karkat has his arms crossed over his, not because he was grumpy like usual or cold, but because he was trying to hold himself together. You reach to the back seat and grab the blanket you always have there – always be prepared (this was mainly in case you were to get it on back there, preferably with Karkat).

Whoa there, now is not the time for those thoughts. Karbaby here needs a hero. You intend to be that hero.

You wrap the blanket over him as he mumbles an almost inaudible 'thank you'. Then silence takes over. It's awkward, neither of you know what to say nor do you both want to take about what just happened.

You debate whether or not to turn on the stereo, to provide some relief. But it could just make things more awkward and uncomfortable. So, in other words, you current objective is to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling. You could say something stupid, and hope for Karkat to react like he normally would – but it's likely that he won't respond at all.

Karkat's voice breaks through your thoughts, "don't tell anyone about this." His voice is hoarse, like he hasn't used it in a while, though he certainly has.

"I won't," you reply, but you continue, "If you tell me why you were going to end your life." He flinches. You know he doesn't want to talk about it, but it's needs to be, otherwise it'll only get worse. He doesn't speak though, so you try again, "Karkat," but he cuts you off before you can continue.

"I'm just sick of myself, alright. I can't stand it." His voice is sharp, as he practically hisses, not at you, but at himself. "I wish I had died during the game and stayed that way. Everything just feels wrong. I can't even look at myself without wanting to rip out my heart, something that shouldn't be beating. I'm a freakish outlier that everyone, including myself, can't stand." It comes out like he had those thought locked in his mind since he came to existence.

"You have no idea how frustrated I am with myself right now. Here I thought I could successfully kill myself, but no, the universe just wants to prove how much of a failure I am. You just had to show up, didn't you? You just had to fucking save me from succeeding at one god damn thing. I was so close, Strider, and you ruined it." A growl has formed in his chest, though it's hardly threatening. It's weak.

You stop him right there, "yes, I had to ruin it. Because, you are my bro, and I'm sure as hell not going to let you die. Especially if it's by your own hands. And that's not succeeding, that's quitting. You not going to fucking quit on me after the living hell we went through known as Sburb. You are going to live and you're going to like it, because I'll be right here with you. I know the game was hard on you, it was hard on all of us, and I know that things are extremely different now but you can't go throwing away your life because of it. For crying out loud, lots of us aren't over it. Face it, the game fucked everyone up, and there's not much we can do about it, other than to suck it up and live. And just so you know, if someone else was there on the bridge instead of me, they would have saved you ass, - hell, even Eridan or Vriska."

"But,"

"No, you are not going bring any other reason as to why you should be dead. 'Cause guess what, most of them aren't true, and if one of them is about being a freak, I have zero fucks to give about that."

"Like you would understand about being a freak, mister perfect." Did he just say you were perfect? "How many people are you going to find that have red eyes?"

Now is the time you should take off your shades and show him he wasn't alone. Hey, would you look at that, there're already off. You cough to get his attention which was on the floor of the car. When he looks he freezes and just stares, like he is not sure how to react, which most likely true.

"Your eyes are… red?" Does he really need to question it, they're uncovered right in front of him.

"Yep, red. That's why I wear shades. Red's not really normal for humans, though you probably are already aware of it." He's still staring at them, and it's making you self-conscious. You would love to have the shades back on, but it's best if they're off. "You can stop staring, you know."

He mumbles something quietly, hardly audible, and looks away.

"You're not alone, okay." You finally say after a few moments of silence. "And don't try something like that again."

Sorry for any grammar mistakes. and shortness of some chapters.