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Workaholic, theriously...

['Doesn't he have a broken leg?' is on the tip of his tongue before he bites it back. He doubts TJ wants to remember that round of bullshit, not when they've all just been hit hard again.]

[But work work work... Yeah, he knows that. It's an idea, to be honest. There's a lot they still need to check out and do in Northtown, and maybe he can distract Sollux with that. Keep the kid off his loss by making his mind too busy to think too much on it. He knows that.]

Lithten- it'sth dumb, jutht- okay, tho we've ethtablished that time fuckery ith a thing, right? Becauthe, another troll popped up- orangeblood, name'th Thummoner, you won't be able to mith him becauthe of hith huge damn rack. I told him about you, he might check with you on a phone charger. Anyway, I... gueth he'th from the future.

[The answer would have been Now he has Orihime's magic and a limp, but Psii guesses right. After the day they'd had, it was better to leave old baggage where it was for the time being.]

Big rack, huh? [TJ was sure this was just some sort of miscommunication, but he couldn't help chuckling a little. Time fuckery had been something he'd had an inkling about for a while. After all, he was certainly from the past by this place's calendar. Karkat and Sollux, too, considering how Karkat referred to Signless as a figure of legend.] How far in the future is this Pam Anderson lookin' motherfucker?

No clue, I didn't get the exact date. But, uh... Long enough for another rebellion to have thtarted up.

[A pause, and he finds himself kneading his claws into his pants leg.]

...They remember uth. What we did.

[That gave TJ pause.]

You mean... you n' Karmin n' the others?

Yeah- I mean, I don't- TJ, I didn't think anyone would. I mean, the Empire, it'sth fucked up and power ith everything to thothe fuckerth, there ith no way that they'd make it eathy for people to remember all of it- I knew that going in if we fucked up, when, there'th no way they would have let the tale of how thome mutant piece of thit, a thlave, and thome midbloodth once did a big fat metaphorical thpit in their face!

That jutht- that doethn't happen. Fuckin' thalt on the wound.

But thith guy- he thaid there were legendth about them- fuck there were legendth about me, apparently, he got weird about it when he realized who I wath, and I jutht...

[There's a pause in his lispy rambling, where he's likely making confused and complicated gestures as he tries to figure out what to say.]

...They didn't forget about him.

[It was with a slow, sort of sad smile that TJ listened to Psii talk. Each time he wove stories about his past, about what he and his friends had done, the immensity of it, TJ couldn't help feeling warmth snake up inside him.

It had been a long, awful day. His friend was dead. More than just one. More would die later. But for now, he was listening to a friend sound really... happy. In his own, strange way, he sounded happy.]

Yeah, well... they shouldn't. They shouldn't forget.

I alwayth thought they would...

[Another pause.]

Lithten, it'sth dumb, everyone ith fucked up right now and there were a bunch of dead bodieth and here I am flipping my thit about thomething from back home, thorry.

Will you quit it?

[TJ's words may have been harsh, but his tone was kind.]

I needed this, alright? Keep talkin'. Tell me about this guy. Does my heart good t'know not everythin' is crumblin'.

[There's the briefest of pauses before a breath whistles out from between his fangs.]

Right. Thorry. Tho, he'th a Cavalreaper firtht of all- I don't think I've ever told you about the different military factionth, right?

[With that, TJ relaxed again, letting his eyes fall shut. Psii's voice, it could either be like nails on a chalk board or chamomile tea, depending on the context.

This was very much the latter.]

Nah, man, never. Tell me.

Okay, tho- I mean you probably got the idea already, but we're an obnoxiouthly military bunch of atholes, tho there are probably a hundred different factions. There are the Threthecutioners, the Archeradicatorth who are a bunch of pompouth highblood typeth, Subjuggulatorth which are indigo and if you thee a clown here haul ath the other way...

Cavalreaperth aren't the wortht you could find- they do a lot of animal riding crap and they tend to be lowblooded which ithn't thurprising. They wield lanceth, generally. Anyway, thith guy ith apparently the head general- god, if Eth knew about him, he'd flip hith goddamn thit in excitement- anyway apparently he heard about all of uth when he wath younger.

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Sort of like a story? [TJ asked, curious.] Were you the good guys or the bad guys?

Good. Apparently, uh, tho good... I gueth we inthpired him. I mean, that'sth what he'th thaying. [More awkward pauses, almost uncharacteristically shy.] Called uth. Uh. Heroeth.

[The curiousness in TJ's voice melted immediately into a smile.]

Why do you sound so wigged out by that? That's what you were, weren't you?

I wath thome athole who tagged along and yelled at them when they were all being dumb- I'm jutht- I don't feel like a hero.

Eth wath a hero, and altho a moron, I'm not thurprised at that, and Dolo wath a badath and Dii ith at perfect highblood-bulge-punching height... I get them.

Jutht... hard to thee why I'm counted.

Aight, well... I ain't Alternian, but I heard this story a few times now.

[Even if Psii couldn't see him, TJ adjusted himself on the couch, counting off on his fingers one by one.]

You were a slave, got yourself freed, endured all sorts of crap but joined up with a revolution anyway, you weren't scared into keepin' up the status quo...

Karmin n' your other friends, they did amazin' things, don't get me wrong. But correct me if I'm wrong... they challenged a lot of shit, but did any of 'em ever break out of the institutions they were fightin' against? Like really break out of 'em?

If I were a slave gettin' the piss takin' out of me on the daily, I think I know who'd inspire me most. But that's just me.

...Thay thit like that and people will thtart to think I'm a bigger badath than I really am...

[But he's not exactly arguing. If anything, he sounds a little abashed.]

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