[Karkat looks at Zidane for a moment, before letting out a long-suffering groan, dragging his hand down his face dramatically.]

No, I know how this is going to go. I'll go hide somewhere, and then you're just going to go off on your own and do something stupid, aren't you? No, fuck that shit. You're going to need someone to make sure you don't perforate your own bulge on those stupid daggers of yours.