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Karkat's eyes widen in recognition and shock as he gazes at Eridan Ampora, uncomprehending; his mouth falls open, his shoulders slump, and he gasps. It's more reaction than any interrogator has gotten from him so far.

Before the implications of what seeing a familiar face here, like this, sink in, the first thing that floods through him is relief. Since he'd come to perceive his interrogations as a respite rather than as torture (the torture was the respite, the respite was the torture; oh, they were clever) he doesn't entirely view his interrogators as his enemies any longer. They're the only sentient interaction he has, they give him the only sensory experiences he's allowed. And this is Eridan; this is one of the people he's been searching for. For a split second, he's almost happy to see him.

But then, it's only been a month; he retains more than enough of his wits to realize that this reaction is probably the point. They want him to sympathize with his tormentors. They want him to want these interrogations. He swallows these feelings down, reminds himself of who he is and what he has to do, and in the wake of the twisted, false sense of relief bubbles up something else, something dark and poisonous and corrosive.

Eridan. Here. Interrogating him. For the government.

Karkat's eyes flash with wild fury, and all of a sudden he attempts to lunge at Eridan; his attempt is laughably pathetic, cuffed to the chair as he is, but the snarl on his face is more feral than any expression Karkat has carried before, there is more violence in simply his posture and expression than Eridan will have ever seen in Karkat Vantas in his youth. The captive young adult is, in several ways, not the same tender-hearted youngster Eridan once knew. He's harder, angrier, less forgiving. He would scream at him, if he wasn't voluntarily mute. It's much easier to keep quiet, he's found, if he tells himself he can't talk. He can't, therefore he won't. The things he would say if he could trust himself to speak would be fairly predictable.

Traitor. Coward. Bastard.