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          “Are these people you’ve gone CRAZY PSYCHO BITCH ON and KILLED -- or are you actu - UUU - ally being serious?”

It’d been about a week since the incident. Morty didn’t like thinking about it. More    than that, really. He couldn’t think about it; not unless he wanted to drive himself    towards another panic attack over what he’d done down there. His only solace    was that it hadn’t entirely been his fault. Well, that had been his only solace. It’d    been a week since the purge, but it’d only been three days since he’d found that    wrapper in the back of Rick’s ship, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could    go without confronting his grandfather about it. He’d done his best not to bring it    up, really he had, but he was scared. There was something wrong with him;    something so wrong with him that Rick had to lie about it not being Morty’s fault    and if he’d lied about it before, what would keep him from lying if Morty brought    the whole thing back up?

No, there was only one person he knew to go to about it, even if she probably    hated his guts for all of the terrible things he’d said to her. It was a sad universe    he lived in where he’d rather confront the girl he threatened to kill than his own    grandfather- than his own best friend- but he didn’t really see any other option.

And that’s how he found himself where he was now; his grandfather’s stolen ship    parked messily amid the fields as he searched the place for Arthricia, hoping    with all he had that she was still around as the people who had been engaged    in gruesome combat only a week before smiled and waved at each other like    nothing had happened. The whole experience gave Morty an anxious shiver    down his spine, but he couldn’t just go back now; not without an answer. Rick    was sure to give him hell when he went back home, and he wouldn’t be ready    to deal with that until he’d dealt with himself first. 

Fortunately, before he had much more time to worry himself about everything,    he spotted a familiar head of hair among the planet’s other denizens.    Unfortunately, however, he hadn’t exactly thought this plan the whole way    through, and once she turned around, he panicked. 

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