"AS SOON AS WE CAME OUT OF OUR COCOONS WE WERE KIND OF TURNED LOOSE IN AN ENDLESS LABYRINTH FULL OF THEM AND BASICALLY EVENTUALLY ONE WOULD ADOPT YOU OR ONE WOULD EAT YOU," Karkat says with the callous resignation of an r strategy species.
"AND THEN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, OR ITS LIFE, YOUR LUSUS WOULD BE SORT OF A GUARDIAN AND VISCERAL MENTOR. IDEALLY YOUR LUSUS WOULD PROECT YOU FROM ALL THE OTHER MONSTERS, AND ALSO ALL THE OTHER TROLLS, UNTIL YOU WERE OLD ENOUGH TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF."
"SOME OF MY FRIENDS HAD CUSTODIANS WHO WERE LITERALLY HOLY TERRORS TO FUCKING DEAL WITH BUT I GUESS I KIND OF LUCKED OUT. I MEAN, PHORCYTES WAS HUGE AND HARD AND SMELLED TERRIBLE AND WOULD DRAG HOME DEAD SHIT AND EXPECT ME TO BE EXCITED ABOUT IT. AND HE WOULD HACK OFF MY HAIR WITH HIS GIANT FUCKING CLAWS WHICH I THINK IS WHY MY HORNS ARE STILL KIND OF NUBBY. BUT HE WAS PRETTY MUCH ALL RIGHT."
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"AND THEN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, OR ITS LIFE, YOUR LUSUS WOULD BE SORT OF A GUARDIAN AND VISCERAL MENTOR. IDEALLY YOUR LUSUS WOULD PROECT YOU FROM ALL THE OTHER MONSTERS, AND ALSO ALL THE OTHER TROLLS, UNTIL YOU WERE OLD ENOUGH TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF."
"SOME OF MY FRIENDS HAD CUSTODIANS WHO WERE LITERALLY HOLY TERRORS TO FUCKING DEAL WITH BUT I GUESS I KIND OF LUCKED OUT. I MEAN, PHORCYTES WAS HUGE AND HARD AND SMELLED TERRIBLE AND WOULD DRAG HOME DEAD SHIT AND EXPECT ME TO BE EXCITED ABOUT IT. AND HE WOULD HACK OFF MY HAIR WITH HIS GIANT FUCKING CLAWS WHICH I THINK IS WHY MY HORNS ARE STILL KIND OF NUBBY. BUT HE WAS PRETTY MUCH ALL RIGHT."