When the Initiate finds him, he stares for a moment. Face scared, one eye empty, the other red and unsympathetic. He doesn't see Karkat, he doesn't see anyone but the Signless. The Signless when he was young, when all the shit began. A lingering trace of heretical poison hung on past the sweeps. Brought back here for the purging of it. To release at last, his fellows from this mutant's endless stretch of sin.

He got no weapon. He doesn't need one.

He's going to enjoy this.

He growls, feral, and pounces. He brings his claws up high and smashes them against the young one's face.