"So? I'm pretty sure Karkat'd tell you the same shit about me." Shrugging, Dave arranged himself a little more comfortably then nudged his shades down on his nose. "Alright clown, how about we make this short then, if you're so eager to get it overwith and go back to hiding instead of trying to fix what you fuckin' broke. Or I guess that's not really true, is it? I fuckin' broke it. Because I did shit without thinking about it. I heard all about this fucked up clown cult and this shit you all believe in and while I personally think it's all a brand of fresh hell ain't nobody needs, it's your shit, and that shit's your rock, and I took a big, shitty juggalo-painted sledgehammer to that shit. I fucked with your faith and I'm fuckin' sorry for that."

He fell silent after that. That was probably the most he'd ever said to anyone that wasn't Terezi, Karkat or one of the human kids. And what was more, it was sincere.