Karkat's heart sinks hard at that thought, and it's obvious from the tensing of his muscles to the fearful look on his face. He's glad Nill can't speak it aloud, because god, what if the Gamemakers heard that? They would drag them right in and fuck them over, too. His voice is emphatic as he tells her, "Don't even think that."

He slips his arm away from her as he thinks over the rest. Making Panem better is all well and good, and that's what he hopes to be able to do so long as he's here. But his world isn't something he can imagine fixing like that, and he shakes his head. "No. If I'm doomed, then there's absolutely no way that trying to fix Paradox Space would help anything. Even if you try to do something that would be good and productive, if it's not the thing that's 'supposed' to happen then everything is doomed. That's just how it works, no matter how unintuitive and infuriating it might be."