I am until proven that they're as fake as Tavros' self esteem. Better to operate under the assumption that they're real than risk them being true and ignoring them. [ this is the only lucid thought he's able to hold onto amidst his spiral into madness ]

I stopped listening to myself the second I pupated. Conversations with my past and future selves have only affirmed that it was a good idea.

[ His scowl deepens. Karkat lurches forward like he's about to shove Dave, but instead he just keeps going with the momentum and starts stumbling away. What little breath he does have he uses to go on an angry tirade. ]

Listen up you walking sack of severed human dicks: you're the one who's truly diseased here. Diseased with... with concern. [ He practically spits the word. ] I hope that some sort of lie or your perverse sense of irony at work. Fucking apathy and simmering agitation at my existence, that I can fucking understand. You giving even the vaguest semblance of a shit about my life even as you slowly reel Terezi into your sardonic web. This? This bullshit you're pulling right here?! Oh my god. I will smash your face into... into a jelly! And I will spread it onto bread and I will make a delicious sandwich, a food product which you clearly know nothing about!