Your name is not important, but people often call you Signless. You operate a rather old church, mostly by yourself. You do your best to stay as neutral and out of the way as possible but you'll accept anyone who may need help or support. Battle not with monsters,
lest ye become a monster.
If you gaze into the abyss,
the abyss gazes also into you. — Friedrich Nietzsche.
You got the letter about a day ago actually and it's been sitting on your desk ever since. You read it twice. The first time left you feeling guilty, the second made your stomach turn, and you'd been spending as much time as you could occupying yourself with tasks that required your full attention so as to avoid thinking about it.
Unfortunately, during week days, there wasn't a whole lot to do. You cleaned up, got things dry-cleaned and did laundry, dishes, even sat through some of Kankri's sermons as attentively as possible, but nothing really put those smudged little words out of your mind.
Finally you broke down and reluctantly sat to write something in return. You had connections - you didn't need to know Karkat's address to get the letter to him, so it was thinking of something to say that was the hard part.Â
Karkat,
I apologize for not writing to you in a more timely manner, though by the tone of your letter I suspect you weren't holding your breath for a response.
Let me start off by saying that while I do disapprove of your actions and behavior, I do not think poorly of you. This bloodline is riddled with criminal activity and it did not skip a generation, I can assure you. So it would be wrong of me to judge you too harshly. I've done things myself that I am not proud of, many of which have left their mark in more ways than one. It would make me a hypocrite to look down on you for what you've done.
I do not hate you, Karkat. When I first met you, I was thrilled. I had thought you hadn't survived longer than a few sweeps so, needless to say, I was almost overjoyed. That hasn't changed. We may not know each other well, but we are blood and that is good enough for me. You are dear to me, Karkat, regardless of your history, and I would like you to know that if you ever wish to contact me, please do so. I will always be here for you, but you will have to take that first step. I will not force your hand, but I hope that you will one day feel comfortable enough to talk to me.
On the note of being a disappointment (or whatever it was you said) - I can assure you 100% that you are nothing of the sort. Besides, I haven't left much of a legacy to live up to. I am not an ancestor to be proud of, and for that I am deeply apologetic.
I may have done things in the past that did more harm than good for our kind, considering the times. But I believe in you. I know you're capable of being something great, and I wish nothing more than for you to believe it yourself. You have it in you to be an incredible leader.
As for the mafia business... I can't tell you what to do with your life. I can only discourage your involvement with the Midnight Crew, for your safety and the safety of those around you. It is never too late for and old dog to learn new tricks.
I'm sure I've forgotten half of what I wanted to say here, but I hope this letter reaches you well. I'll always be here if you need me, but it's up to you to make the next move.
It should really go without saying that when someone tells you they aren't interested, you should probably drop the fucking subject and not push it any further. That is not your green light to go ahead and do whatever you want because it's funny or cute and if you think it is, I have zero respect for you.
“Just where to find you and… we were infected at the time. It was awful.” You rub the back of your neck and look at the windows. When he starts moving you trail after him like a lost puppy. “I don’t really remember much other than being a bugfuck insane crustacean monster.”
"I'm sorry that happened to you," you say softly, sitting down on one of the front pews. "I managed to avoid it, not counting the fact that Terezi lived in my fireplace for a few days while she dealt with her little monster inhabitant. Ah, but how are you doing now? Better, I hope."
You try to hide the reaction to that, but damn are you bad at it. “Terezi didn’t… Um. No. I’m okay.” Nervously, you try to fix your wrinkled hat.Â
“… What did she tell you? About me. I mean.”
"Uh, not really a whole lot. Just that we're a lot alike." You weren't quite seeing it yet, but you supposed that part would take a little time. "Did she... uh, tell you anything about me at all?"Â You make your way toward the back, talking over your shoulder as you walk.
“Um. Okay.” You finally look at him again, eyes wide. He said that, but as you looked around, it was an entirely different universe. You’d never really been to a church, and you peered at everything like a baffled child. It was so… cozy? You didn’t know what words to use, even within your own thinkpan.Â
"Your other relative. He works here too, but I've no idea where he is." You look around for any sign of that god-awful red sweater but see nothing. "Probably off fucking around... Are you thirsty or anything??" Being a good host wasn't exactly up your alley, but you were gonna try dammit.
You felt like you were three sweeps old again. Scrubbing at your face with the back of your sleeve, you frowned at yourself. “I didn’t- fuck, this isn’t how I wanted this to go.”
Not wanting to look him in the eyes, you stared anywhere else and hiccuped.Â
You laugh a little bit and ruffle his hair, "Hey, it's alright, no harm done. Uh, make yourself at home I guess? There's... Ah, there's really not a whole lot of interesting things here."
After a second you rub the back of your neck and grin awkwardly, "I'm Signle-- Er, Kujoto. You can call me Kujo if you want. It's nice to finally meet you - Kankri will be thrilled, I'm sure."
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