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Jax

i get dave. on a level deeper than understanding. ive lived dave. i know the uncertainty, the fear, the need to keep it quiet, the desire to view it all through an ironic lens, and to keep a facade of everything being cool.

i understand karkat. the want to be older than you are, to prove yourself when everyone else has turned their backs and cast you aside, to make sure your voice is heard no matter what, to show that you can do what no has done before.

dave can't sit in silence. it puts him on edge, and it makes him feel like someone is going to hop out and attack. his thoughts wander from sick beats to terrifying paranoia in record time. luckily for him, karkat is loud and says exactly what he thinks. there is no guessing or silent uncertainty. there's only them.

karkat stresses over alternian rules. he'll never feel completely comfortable with his trollian counterparts because, in the back of his mind, there will always be the voice of a forgotten prophet reminding him that he's a mutant. luckily for him, dave doesn't give two fucks, as far as the amateur rapper is concerned, they bleed the same.

they are foils of one another. mirrors with imperfect reflections. knights who are burdened with the responsibility of holding it all together, despite their own uncertainty about where they stand in the mess.

dave, burdened with the knowledge of how truly insignificant they all are in the grand scheme of the alpha timeline. karkat, burdened with the understanding of how easily people turn on one another and how fragile peace really is.

they see each other. recognize the familiar frown lines that come with hours of contemplating how they could possibly make the impossible work. they gravitate towards each other, pulling one another into their orbit. you're not alone if someone else sees you for all that you are.