Karkat: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know. Tavros: I did. I broke it… Karkat: No. No, you didn’t. Terezi? Terezi: Don’t look at me. Look at Vriska. Vriska: What?! I didn’t break it. Terezi: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken? Vriska: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken! Terezi: Suspicious. Vriska: No, it’s not! Sollux: If it matters, probably not… Eridan was the last one to use it. Eridan: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap! Sollux: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Eridan: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Sollux! Tavros: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Karkat. Karkat: No. Who broke it? Vriska: [whispering] Karkat, Aradia’s been awfully quiet… Aradia: Really?! Vriska: Yeah, really!
… Karkat: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
When your friend has been committing acts far past your moral boundaries and now she intends to fight an all-powerful being in the slight chance she will win however she is more likely to get everyone killed so you agree on a coin flip to decide if she should leave and as it drops it dawns upon you she will twist the fortune in her favour and that for once in your life you’re seeing more perspectives past the good and bad = black and white narrative while debating if it’d be morally right to sacrifice her life in place of the others that would live.