To be clear, I don't think I have any strong emotional response to any of these matters.
What do you expect me to do? Kill the Doctor? Go on a tirade against the Felt? Please. You have Vriska to thank for her own death, no matter how you cut it.
What I think you should do is remove his cuestick from down your throat and do something. Did Vriska mean nothing to you? At all?
LADIES. LADIES. YOUโRE BOTH PRETTY. SURELY THERE ARE FINER TOOLS AVAILABLE. FOR PUTTING DOWN OUR OWN THROATS. AND EACH OTHERโS.
Hello, dear.
Look, Damara. A vulnerable midblooded Felt prospect with abandonment issues and latent homoerotic fantasies. Go fetch. Let the adults talk.
No, you are talking to me. Are you going to do something or not?
No. I also would prefer you not to condescend to my non-quadrant specific partner of romantic affectation. I don't think you've noticed a pattern, but I don't actually do anything. Her death must have been Just, or Heroic. Which do you think it teetered towards? If not outright English-based-eradication.
YUCK. NOT COLD AND WET ENOUGH FOR ME. PASS.
Sorry, are you the only one allowed to be condescending? At what point did you get that right? Your third time crawling back on your hands and knees to Scratch, so he can pat you on the head, call you a good girl, and give you a little badge that says you are better than everyone else? I'll condescend who I damn well please. Clearly you are not going to do anything and it was my mistake for believing you could have used all that power at your disposal to be useful even a single time. I'll try to find her myself.
Have fun getting off of your couch, dear. All of the power I *had* at my disposal. I am currently back to bring a legal secretary on Earth, playing tabletop games to achieve any sense of power over comrades.