She hadn't recognized the bluish blood that was on Karkat, mostly because she's never seen Terezi's blood color, and had never felt terribly inclined to ask about it. It wasn't something that mattered to her. But there, in his head, she catches the briefest of flickering images, and something in her chest constricts tightly and painfully.

When Nill wasn't looking Terezi had died. She couldn't say she knew Terezi well at all - she'd spoken with her more in the Arena than out of it, but it still hurt. Kurloz loved her a lot. She should have been able to keep her safe. She should have done something.

Nill selfishly longs for a lighter and cigarette, even if she wasn't the one to smoke them. Her fingers twitch. The ruin continues.

She bends down a little to grab her helmet, which she's been using to carry her cornucopia spoils, the length of rope that had still been on her now abandoned suit, and anything else she's found and deemed useful. There's not much. But going slow seems to be equally kind to her, so she doesn't try to pick up the pace. They're both exhausted. Using up their energy would get them killed.

"When we find a better place to stop you should rest. I can make sure they don't find us for a little."