He's not sure why that bothers him. Maybe the poison in his blood, in what all he's been eating. His fist clenches tighter even as she holds it. He doesn't know what she looks like right now, how much she's just trying to humor him. He doesn't know what he looks like beyond obviously rotting, though who knew if looked worse than it felt or vice versa. He doesn't even know if he's facing her right now.

"SURE AS SHIT WEREN'T BEING A GOOD THING," He snaps. "It didn't feel no different. AIN'T IT SUPPOSED TO? It should feel different than things done all beforeways. IT WAS A FUCKING WASTE ALL THE WAY GODDAMN DOWN."

He doesn't really want to talk about that though. "...But you motherfucking saw her back, yeah? GOT ALL A VISION OF HER GETTING BACK?" It was bad enough when she was Signless's and just Terezi's friend. Damn him eternal if she doesn't come back. "Can a sister check? FOR CERTAINTY?"