There had been talks of Vriska before, when Terezi had moved into her room during that...'family and friends' thing that had happened. Whatever that had meant. Her hands curled at her side, for a handful of fur that was not there and for a weapon she didn't have at hand. All she really knew was that Terezi didn't trust her. Not with her things and not with What Karkat had to say on this troll was unknown.

"Equius, that was it." She paused, running her nails along her legs, filing them slightly against the fabric. It wouldn't help, it wasn't rough enough, but it soothed her as she thought. Once she had given out her hatchname, afraid of the wrath the title might bring down upon her. Afraid of the stigma that came attached. Now it seemed more prudent to go the other way around.

"The Disciple. That's my title at least."