"Right." He snaps his fingers, pointing toward her when she does. "That's exactly what happened." Probably. He remembers something along those lines, but his memory was never great and now there's so much crammed into it that it's beginning to resemble an overstuffed hot pocket with cheese bursting out the sides.

He keeps a careful watch with no commentary, letting her work through her frustration however she pleases. He can't really imagine turning the tables and having an older Rose deal with a younger version of himself. He doesn't even want to imagine himself at that stage existing here, not when he was such a colossal and underdeveloped moron in every sense. The same could probably be said of her, but it's almost like they grew in opposite directions. It's like his thirteen year old self was the one with an addiction to apathy and pretenses and easy ways out and he was the big, sloppy mess that needed help while Rose soldiered on.

It hurts to think about letting her slip that badly, so he focuses on the hurts of now.

"Karkat. You know Karkat? Terezi. Bro. A troll from Karkat's theater troupe called Feferi. Some older trolls from another timeline. That's it." He draws in a breath, as if he has something to say, but he lets it out slowly and shrugs. "Only three humans. Other than Bro and the older trolls, for obvious reasons, you'd be the furthest back on the timeline."