Sollux lets the subject of Meenah pass without comment. He doesn't really get it, and suspects he won't be getting the proper explanation in the arena regardless. He's already met some of their team's ancestors if via network, and his earlier run-in with Mystery Clown (or whatever that sewn-lip stranger's proper name is) has risen further questions he can't begin to figure out.
Frankly, he doesn't really give a shit in the current situation.
An argument about cuteness by contrast is not even remotely important, but it is a solid distraction. His lip curls for Feferi's retort, and at Dave's argument he outright reaches over to shove him. (Just lightly, in the shoulder, with his scrawny nerd arm.)
"You're even uglier than I am," he snorts. "At leatht I have hornth."
Maybe it's a good thing to let himself get distracted. It's not the easiest thing in the world, but it weighs softer on him than thinking about their doom.
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Frankly, he doesn't really give a shit in the current situation.
An argument about cuteness by contrast is not even remotely important, but it is a solid distraction. His lip curls for Feferi's retort, and at Dave's argument he outright reaches over to shove him. (Just lightly, in the shoulder, with his scrawny nerd arm.)
"You're even uglier than I am," he snorts. "At leatht I have hornth."
Maybe it's a good thing to let himself get distracted. It's not the easiest thing in the world, but it weighs softer on him than thinking about their doom.