The bug makes a gross sort of squelching noise, twitches, and slides down the wall. The Signless removes the knife from its eye (it takes a few tugs) and severs the head from the thorax with a few swift cuts before it can attempt to regroup itself.
He then turns to Karkat and gives him the most withering look it's possible to give someone while holding a knife covered in bug viscera.
"I grew up in the desert, Karkat. I had to eat."
Really, bugs were just about all he could kill, when it came down to it. The Dolorosa provided for him, certainly, but she was also of the opinion that a troll surviving in the dangerous Alternian wilderness ought to know how to feed themselves -- or defend themselves, as the case may be.
The important part was that most small game in the desert wasn't intelligent enough for him to feel guilty, bugs included, and that carried over here. It had just never really had a chance to manifest until now.
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He then turns to Karkat and gives him the most withering look it's possible to give someone while holding a knife covered in bug viscera.
"I grew up in the desert, Karkat. I had to eat."
Really, bugs were just about all he could kill, when it came down to it. The Dolorosa provided for him, certainly, but she was also of the opinion that a troll surviving in the dangerous Alternian wilderness ought to know how to feed themselves -- or defend themselves, as the case may be.
The important part was that most small game in the desert wasn't intelligent enough for him to feel guilty, bugs included, and that carried over here. It had just never really had a chance to manifest until now.