[ == > Remember. ] [ Your friends backs face you. Youre on the ground, shades shattered and awkwardly squished against your face, and you can feel the hot ooze of blood from your nose. Theyre shielding you. Their weapons are drawn. Their silhouettes swim in your blurred vision, theyre big blobs of colors to you without the prescription lenses you wear but you know them anyway. Karkats growling. Jade, too, you think. Theres an impossibly massive presence just beyond them, the one who hit you so hard it immediately banished every thought in your head. The impact flung you back and against the ground and still you skid a few feet further than that. And now youre here, dizzy. Sick. Barely processing what you see in front of you. Somehow, though your limbs feel made of something squishier than jello, you begin to force yourself to your feet. it takes considerable effort and time. Your friends are hurting too. You draw your sword. Theres a battle still to be won. You have to be okay at least for a few more minutes. You can make it. They need you. its okay. Youre okay. ]