She doesn't mean the words to be harsh, but there's no helping it. She'd had hopes, theories, possibilities before, but with Karkat here, now, so many of them have crumbled into nothing but the dust from which they were crafted. No structure, no substance but wishful thinking. For someone who claims so frequently to have given up on hopes, the universe finds a way to those small pinpricks of light, and snuffs them out.
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She doesn't mean the words to be harsh, but there's no helping it. She'd had hopes, theories, possibilities before, but with Karkat here, now, so many of them have crumbled into nothing but the dust from which they were crafted. No structure, no substance but wishful thinking. For someone who claims so frequently to have given up on hopes, the universe finds a way to those small pinpricks of light, and snuffs them out.
Her hands curl in her lap. "I'm sorry."