This Arena has been more hell than not for Karkat, and Nill's heart aches with it. The guilt and sorrow practically comes off him in waves, and it actually hurts, something physical that she can feel in her chest and what must feel a thousand times worse for him. There's so little she can actually offer him to make this better somehow, and even less when she herself is adding to the number of lives lost he's seen in this place.

But she can listen, and she can try, for as little as that can actually do for him. She has to blink back her own tears a few times so she doesn't start crying again too, which is hard enough. By now part of her never wants to stop crying. It would be so easy to give in to that.

"I can't speak for the woman that saved you. I can't speak for Terezi, either. I don't really know what they were like." Even though she knew Terezi, even though Nill had been with her earlier in the Arena. But most people don't make a point to save others unless they care about them. They wouldn't have done it if Karkat didn't mean something to them, even if he didn't know it.

Nill manages to twist in place a little, just enough that she can lift her other hand and rest it on Karkat's cheek. She even manages not to grimace, though pain rockets across her side like fire.

"To me you're important. You're my friend. I'm dying and you're staying here with me even though I told you to leave."

Several tears roll down her cheeks, but she actually smiles, and there's nothing insincere about the expression.

"I'm so much happier knowing that you're still alive."