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<h1>Chapter 25</h1>
<div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: SWIFER</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: SWIFER CAN YOU...</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Karkat winces as the ground above him shakes
and a scattering of dirt and debris rains down from the roof of the
cave. His fledgling rebellion has found cover in the spiderweb
network of tunnels running to and from the troll capital originally
built to accommodate the transit of incestuous slurry from the
boonies to the Mother Grub. Though technically regarded as a
critical infrastructure project, the caves have never been used or
appropriately surveyed by the world government. Back when all were
on better terms, Jane was gracious enough to believe the maps
Kanaya handed over were anything approaching accurate. With the
tunnel entrances at the brood pit sealed, the rebellion was safe
for now. But the presidential drones were testing the grounds
relentlessly: closer and closer every day now.</p>
<p>Its not the dirt thats bothering him. Dirt is something you
get used to, living hand-to-mouth inside a cave. Its that
persistent fucking leak directly above his desk that is driving him
to distraction.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: SWIFER!</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Swifer Eggmop pokes her head into the
chamber.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Aye aye Commander! Whats up?</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Karkat pinches the bridge of his nose.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: FOR THE LAST TIME, DONT CALL ME
THAT.</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Why not, Commander? Yer the Commander,
aint you?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: NO, I AM NOT THE “COMMANDER.”</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: DID I EVER ASK TO BE IN CHARGE?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: DID I EVER ACCEPT AN OFFICIAL APPOINTMENT
FROM SOME OSTENTATIOUS MILITARY BOARD?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: HAVE I EVER SUCCESSFULLY LED A CAMPAIGN
AGAINST THE INCREASINGLY OPPRESSIVE REGIME THAT WE SUFFER UNDER ON
A DAILY BASIS?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: THE ANSWER TO ALL OF THESE QUESTIONS IS
CATEGORICALLY AND CATASTROPHICALLY: FUCK. NO.</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Well gee, Commander. I think its more of
a symbolic title, representin how much faith everyone has in
you.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT FUCKING FAITH?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: AS JUST DISCUSSED I HAVENT DONE A DAMN
THING TO EARN ANYONES FAITH.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: SO FAR ALL THIS “TROLL REBELLION” HAS
AMOUNTED TO IS A WHOLE LOT OF DICK ALL, WITH AN ADDITIONAL SIDE
SERVING OF JACK SQUAT, FOLLOWED UP BY A FINAL COURSE OF GETTING TO
WATCH OUR TOP ANALYST, CLIPER BORDEN, BEING FORCED TO DANCE TO
AVOID LIFE IMPRISONMENT IN A LABOR CAMP ON LIVE TELEVISION AND
MAKING A COMPLETE ASS OF HIMSELF.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Karkat gestures toward the display screen
showing a commercial for the next episode of <em>Doing the
Charleston with Notable Social Figureheads: Stars Versus Enemies of
the State, with Your Host Jake English.</em> Swifers taciturn
broodmate Cliper is indeed making an absolute fool of himself in
the recap from the previous weeks show, failing to keep time with
the jaunty beat and struggling to knock his knees together with the
required vigor. The fact that he is shackled at the wrists doesnt
seem to be helping.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Poor Cliper.</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: He could record a stat like nobodys
business but no one ever taught the boy how to dance.</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: If only we knew, this all coulda been
avoided.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: NO!</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: HE SHOULDNT HAVE TO DANCE IF HE DOESNT
WANT TO.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: THATS WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT SWIFER.</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Oh.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: BUT WHATS THE POINT IF I CANT EVEN SAVE
ONE OF MY LIEUTENANTS FROM MORTIFYING PUBLIC EMBARRASSMENT FOLLOWED
BY A LIFETIME OF HARD LABOR IN THE CAKE MILLS?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: IF I CANT PROTECT MEMBERS OF THE
SO-CALLED RESISTANCE FROM THE FICKLE AND CRUEL VAGARIES OF JANES
INSANE, PASTRY-BASED SHADOW DICTATORSHIP, HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO
PROTECT THE COMMON PEOPLE?</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Swifer frowns and tugs at the kerchief around
her neck.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Golly. Look Commander. Thats a big
question that I think you gotta take up with someone more in the
know than myself.</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: I just swif the floors.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: OH, YEAH. RIGHT.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: SPEAKING OF WHICH.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: THE LEAK IN THE CEILING?</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Karkat throws both hands in the air
melodramatically. A drop of stale water plops off one of his nubby
little horns.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: YOU KNOW, RIGHT ABOVE THE PLACE WHERE WE
KEEP ALL OF OUR FRAGILE LOGISTICS EQUIPMENT?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: DIDNT I TELL YOU TO FIX THAT A FUCKING
WEEK AGO?</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Well sir you told me to “take care of it”
and I sure as heck took care of it!</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: THEN WHY IS IT STILL LEAKING?</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Oh. By “fix” you meant that you wanted me
to plug the crack!</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK I MEANT?</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: I thought you meant for me to mop up the
water that had gathered...</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: And then use that water to swif the
bejeebus out of the floors.</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Which is, by all accounts, what I
did.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Karkat gapes at her, open-mouthed. She grins
back, unaware of any mistake on her part. The only thing he can do
is bury his face in his palms.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: UGH.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: YOU KNOW WHAT?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: IM GOING TO GET SOME FRESH AIR.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: BY THE TIME I GET BACK I EXPECT THE HOLE
IN THE CEILING TO BE “““SWIFED””” THE FUCK CLOSED.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: OR AT THE VERY LEAST</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: PUT A FUCKING BUCKET UNDER THE LEAK OR
SOMETHING.</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Sir! Oh my gosh! A bucket? Sh-should we
be seen...</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Consortin with a bucket?</p>
<p class="kanaya">SWIFER: *Together*??</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: OH MY GOD.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: GROW THE FUCK UP, EGGMOP.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">He stalks past his blushing assistant with a
belabored sigh. Karkat has lived with humans for so long that hes
grown used to seeing buckets regularly defiled. Now that he thinks
about it, he realizes Jade has used more buckets to grow snap peas
in her living room than any troll has used for the purposes of
reproduction in the entire history of Earth C. The bucket taboo is
largely emblematic at this point. An empty signifier for an
endangered culture.</p>
<p>As he stomps through the winding tunnels, thinking very hard
about this incredibly tragic thing, his speaker crab crackles to
life.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Well</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: That Was A Lot</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: OH SHIT.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: I DIDNT REALIZE YOU WERE STILL ON THE
LINE.</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: We Hadnt Finished Our Conversation About
The Clandestine Transportation Of The Mother Grub</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Which I Hope You Realize Is Still An
Operation Of Grave Importance At Least On Par With The Terrible
Threat Of The Leak In Your Office</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: SORRY. I KIND OF HAVE A LOT GOING ON
RIGHT NOW.</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: I Can See That</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Please Do Not Be So Hard On Swifer She
Really Does Try Her Best</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: YEAH. I KNOW.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: TO BE HONEST THAT WASNT ABOUT SWIFER AT
ALL. OR EVEN ABOUT THE LEAK.</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Yes Karkat That Was Obvious</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Rose And I Have Been Following The Dance
Off Tribunals Very Closely This Month</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Your Lieutenant Does Not Have A
Chance</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: But Do Not Let It Weigh Heavily On
You</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Everyone Who Joins The Rebellion Knows
That Being Exiled To The Cake Mills Is A Very Real Possibility If
They Are Caught</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: That Includes You Karkat</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: If You Bear The Responsibility For The
Lives Of Every Member Of The Rebellion Youll Crack Under The
Stress</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: And As Much As You Are Loath To Admit
It</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: You Are The Face Of This Movement</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: YEAH.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: I HATE IT, BUT YOURE RIGHT.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: FUCK YOU, YOURE ALWAYS RIGHT.</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: As My Wife Likes To Tell Me Often</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: UGH. FUCK HER, SHES ALWAYS RIGHT
TOO.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: HOW THE HELL DO YOU TWO TOLERATE EACH
OTHER?</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Quite Thoroughly Enthusiastically And
Often</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: WOW. UGH. OK.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: THATS ENOUGH OF YOU FOR TODAY.</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Oh I Am Sorry I Did Not Mean To Rub My
Interspecies Happiness In Your Face I Understand That Its A Sore
Subject</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: THE ONLY THING THATS SORE IS MY
EAVESDROP FUNNELS FROM LISTENING TO YOUR ENDLESS MOTHERING.</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Karkat I Am Sure That If You Were To
Just</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: DONT</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Call Dave And Ask Him To Join You...</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: WOW, IS THAT ANOTHER CAVE-IN I HEAR
HAPPENING SUDDENLY ALL AROUND ME?</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: He Would Be At Your Side Instantly</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: KANAYA WERE BEING OVERRUN BY IMPERIAL
DRONES! ITS HORRIBLE! THERES DEATH AND FIRE EVERYWHERE, AND ALSO
I CANT HEAR A FUCKING WORD YOURE SAYING, SO IF YOU WERE TO EVER
TO ATTEMPT TO REFERENCE THIS CONVERSATION IN THE FUTURE I WOULD
HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: SO IT WOULD PROBABLY BE BEST FOR EVERYONE
INVOLVED IF YOUD DROP THE SUBJECT AND NEVER MENTION IT AGAIN!</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Okay Karkat Have A Good Walk Ill Talk To
You About The Mother Grub Tomorrow</p>
<p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Goodbye And Take Care</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: OH. YEAH. YOU TAKE CARE TOO. TALK TO YOU
TOMORROW.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Karkat makes extra-triple sure that hes
actually hung up on Kanaya for real this time, by fiddling with the
tiny claw on his speaker crab until its in the off position. The
action of tuning his outdated wristwatch is interrupted by another
earthquake rumbling around him. This one sounds different, however.
He knows the sound of a drone strike like the back of his hand by
now. Its a low, creeping bellow that pulses through the ground in
waves. This sounds more like an impact that left a crater. The last
time something struck the planet that hard, it was Jades creepy
undead corpse.</p>
<p>Karkat runs for the nearest exit and cautiously pokes his head
out into the clearing above. Theres a figure in the smoke: her
stumbling silhouette includes an unmistakable pair of horns. She
takes two steps out of her crater before falling flat on her face
again. Karkat runs to help her, putting her arm over his shoulders
and dragging her out of the dust cloud from the impact.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: MEENAH??</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Meenah blinks up at him with a pair of eyes
that seem different to him somehow, but he cant put his finger on
it. He has to admit, its been a long time since he saw her. She
seems singed, woozy, but mostly undamaged.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: woah shouty mcnubs that you</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: UH, THATS STILL NOT MY NAME. BUT
YEAH.</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: nice</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHATEVER HAPPENED TO FIGHTING LORD
ENGLISH?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: DID THAT WORK OUT OR... WHAT?</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: nah it was a total wash</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: OH.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Karkat continues inspecting her without much
concern for coming across as weird. He knows somethings off about
her, he just cant figure out what. Then a reflective gleam catches
his eye. A gold ring on her finger. He glances back up to look in
her eyes. They arent blank, like all the other fallen ghosts eyes
are.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: WAIT A MINUTE.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: ARE YOU...</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: ALIVE???</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: yeah bitch</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: im back 38)</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT RING?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: WAIT, YOU DIDNT...</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: MEENAH, DID YOU ROB CALLIOPE?!</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: who</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: THE GIRL WITH THE HIDEOUS GREEN SKULL FOR
A HEAD.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: THAT WAS HER RING. I WAS UNDER THE
IMPRESSION SHE NEEDED THAT TO LIVE!</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: oh</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: nah man</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: its not hers i got it from some other
total sucker</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHO???</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: dont matter</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: complete bonehead chump you aint be
hearin from again</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: MEENAH, ARE YOU FUCKING LYING TO ME.</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: nubs i wouldnt do that to you</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: not after all this time</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: ya girls fine this shits my own damn
ring</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: capisces?</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Karkat side-eyes the revived heiress,
flinching only slightly at that last pun, before offering a
reluctant nod.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: what are you up to?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: WELL...</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: THATS LIKE, A WHOLE FUCKING
EXPLANATION.</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: splain awave nubby</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: IM SORT OF IN THE MIDDLE OF STAGING A
WIDE SCALE GRASSROOTS REBELLION AGAINST AN INCREASINGLY
AUTHORITARIAN GLOBAL HEGEMONY THAT IS OPPRESSING OUR PEOPLE.</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: hmm</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Meenah leans in, assessing Karkat with a
rapacious, shark-toothed grin. It seems that whatever shes seeing
in this older, battle-hardened version of Karkat impresses her. She
starts laughing, big and bright. She slaps him so hard on the
shoulder that he nearly falls down.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: ACK.</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: now thats what im TALKIN about</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: yeah i could use a new seacond in
command</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: ACTUALLY, YOUD BE *MY* SECOND IN
COMMAND.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: NO OFFENSE OR ANYTHING, BUT MY FACE IS
ALREADY ON ALL THE POSTERS.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: ALSO I DONT EXACTLY HAVE THE MOST
CONFIDENCE IN YOUR COMMAND ABILITIES CONSIDERING THE LAST TIME I
SAW YOU, YOU WERE TALKING BIG ABOUT HOW YOU WERE GOING TO TAKE DOWN
LORD ENGLISH, AND NOW YOURE EATING DIRT ON OUR SHITTY NEW PLANET
LOOKING PRETTY FUCKING DEFEATED.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: BUT TO BE HONEST, I NEED ALL THE HELP I
CAN GET.</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: oh yea no problem</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: ill be your fuckin second guy</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: YOU WILL?</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: flip yes</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: WOW</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: yeah dude just point me at where the
actions at i dont even give a fuck</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: water the orders boss</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: OK THIS IS LIKE</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: IM NOT EVEN SURE HOW TO SAY THIS?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: IM ACTUALLY REALLY FLATTERED, AND KIND
OF SINCERELY HONORED THAT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WANT TO FOLLOW ME?</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: ITS LIKE, COMPLETELY NOT AT ALL WHAT
I...</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: youre ruining it dude</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: OH</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: FUCK. SORRY.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: I MEAN...</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: HEY!</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: FISH ASSHOLE!</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: who me</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: YES FUCKING YOU. THE FALLEN FASCIST
DIPSHIT WITH THE STOLEN RING.</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: GET THE *FUCK* IN LINE, BEFORE I *PUT*
YOU IN LINE!</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: oh</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: oh wow</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: Y-ES</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: Y---ES SIR!!! 38D</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Karkat reaches out and takes her hand. She has
a very firm handshake. So firm that Karkat winces an eye shut when
she squeezes and hopes that she doesnt notice how much his smile
has turned into a grimace.</p>
<p>Above them, the sky tears open again, and again. A new wave of
ghosts pours in from Meenahs doomed assault.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: well here comes the caviarlry</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: THE WHAT?</p>
<p class="feferi">MEENAH: the cavia—</p>
<p class="karkat">KARKAT: IM ALSO FUCKING ORDERING YOU TO STOP
MAKING GARBAGE FISH PUNS FOREVER.</p>
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