Karkat sucks in a sharp breath, but his thrashing only slows to weak quivering and his breathing subsides into slow, deep drags of air. His hand finds Kanaya's but its cold -- paled to chalk and soaked in cerulean swill. It quickly becomes clear that he didn't slow down because he wanted to.
He slowed down because his body had run out of time.
Karkat's eyelids begin to lower slowly, his grip on Terezi and Kanaya both slipping away gradually. Though his sponge was far too deprived of the fluid it needed to comprehend complicated matters, the thoughts moved through his head like a slug over concrete. He couldn't bare to think that all three of his friends had gone through so much to rescue him...and here he was, dying like a failure.
So typical. They didn't deserve that.
Despite that he knew it wouldn't help anything, he wouldn't cause them further distress. He wouldn't close his eyes until he had nothing left. Part of him selfishly hoped it wouldn't be long.
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He slowed down because his body had run out of time.
Karkat's eyelids begin to lower slowly, his grip on Terezi and Kanaya both slipping away gradually. Though his sponge was far too deprived of the fluid it needed to comprehend complicated matters, the thoughts moved through his head like a slug over concrete. He couldn't bare to think that all three of his friends had gone through so much to rescue him...and here he was, dying like a failure.
So typical. They didn't deserve that.
Despite that he knew it wouldn't help anything, he wouldn't cause them further distress. He wouldn't close his eyes until he had nothing left. Part of him selfishly hoped it wouldn't be long.