"No! I can't. You don't understand. I can't let you hurt him. I can't stand by and let my friends murder each other again!" Something twists a little in her chest. She doesn't want to admit that she's scared--not of him, but of what he could do. How he might be able to bring things crumbling down around her again. She wants to keep believing in that troll that she thinks he is. That he cares about more than just mayhem and slaughter.

"Makara..." She says the word quietly, almost like a plea itself. It's such a personal name to him, and she hopes that maybe he'll understand that this is just as personal to her. "Don't do this. You don't know that this will do anything, either, so please just leave Karkat out of it."