It clipped his shoulder, slicing through the fabric of his vest and shirt (which were already a little worse for wear). He scrabbled backwards on the ground, though he ignored the knife when he could have easily picked it up and used it.

"That's not true! That's not true and you know it. There's so much more to life than causing death. Don't you have anyone you care about?"

He thought of Nepeta. Of how... well, she didn't really need him, if he was honest with himself, but he knew his death would hurt her. And Karkat. Karkat would be devastated, even if it was only temporary.