Genesis of Apotheosis

[Gamzee Makara]

I lick my lips, waiting for my amethyst eyes to adjust in this low light. Ain't too much different than living underground back home. Little green sparklies shimmer in and out of view, every now and then. Or maybe I'm just seein' things, iunno. My ears perk up at Straz' little monologue, but there really ain't much to say about it. He said his piece. It's his, and he owns up to it. Ain't my place to judge it, only be there to help him tear shit up. Or something like that. I'm really not all beknowinst about the intricacies of friendship, I just stick with the dudes and dudettes I take a likin' to.

It's quiet for a while, after my Straz' spiel.

I absentmindedly swipe at a little green speck of light, trying to catch it in my palm. No luck, which is ironically just my luck.

"I don't even want it."

Heads turn. I feel some more green on me. Tearan's peepers, so it were. Them little emeralds were locked on me, makin' me feel a little queasy and such.

"Do elaborate, my clownish friend."

I roll my head around, trying to get a crick out of my neck. I suddenly am very much aware of all the eyes, veiled by the darkness though they may be, trained right on me. Ain't a good feeling, lemme tell ya.

"I didn't come for no power. I came because Strawso thought it was a chill idea. Then, once I got here, I was so fo sho mysterified by," I take a bit of a deep breath, dank and moist air filling my lungs with some much needed refreshment. "Well...by errything here, really. You, tearman, this place, your blue haired friend, and everything in the motherfucking between. I love it man. I love the crazy shit you've shown me, and I got this weird vibe telling me I'm gonna love the shit you'll show me down the road."

Everyone is still starin' at me. I can't really cognitize if they're understanding what I'm sittin' down.

"Look, this is a shitshow man. Said it yourself. Things didn't go the way you planned. But that's what I'm here for, you know? To make with the learning and putting that learning to good use. And I'm hoping the learning part will help me identify what exactly is a good use, feel me, brother?"

Again, can't stress enough that everyone is motherfuckin' staring at me.

"That's all I really got to say, I guess. I just wanna open my eyes to whatever crazy shit it is you got to show me."

Silence, just suuuuper quiet.

Tearan's eyes shift on Kar-Bro, and he opens his mouth to say somethin' but my feisty friend cuts him off.

"I'm a secondary. I doubt anything I 'learn' here could be put to any use, if my assumptions about my status are correct," Karkat says, emphasizing the word learn with visible hand gestures. Enclosure talons, I think he calls 'em. There's a tint of something a little rough in his voice. "Besides, I'm not sure how much imaginary currency I'd put into this mystical bullshit just yet. Sorry not sorry. "

Tearbro's features shift in the darkness, but he's too far away for me to make anything out, even with my well-adjusted occular orbs.