[ That makes Vriska huff a laugh, though the sound of it is humorless. ]

You literally called yourself a "God of Death"? [ She shakes her head, laughing still, quiet. ] Fuck. I think a long time ago I would have said that was hopelessly pretentious. But it was just mostly fatalistic, huh?

[ Vriska presses her hands together, curling her fingers, cracking her knuckles. Slowly: ]

I won't say what you did was fine, or anything like that. I think we both understand that the choices we made were horrible ones, and we made them anyway, because we had to. It doesn't erase the awful shit we did.

[ ...

a sigh. her shoulders slump a little, and her tone of voice becomes something musing. ]

I was such a horrible murder-happy psycho that everyone I ever cared about abandoned me because I was just too dangerous. In the end, all of my choices left me alone at the end of a broken universe with no choice but to wander the wastes and hope I'd eventually go insane or get destroyed.

[ ... ]

But that's not what happened. Instead, I came here. [ she looks up, her expression indescribable. ] I met you.