[There's so much he still has to say to him. Tell him how he was stronger than he thought, for all that blustering and bloodbashing. Tell him how motherfucking proud he was to be his moirail, even if the time was shorter than he would have liked. Tell him that if it hadn't been so goddamn dangerous, it would have been all kinds of kicking to have the quadrant be a little more flushed.

But it was too late. He's wasted too much time now. Anything else would just hurt him in the end.

Exhaustion creeps in and he watches his friend through half-lidded eyes, a lazy smile on his face that was almost peaceful. The last thing he'd see was his favorite troll on Alternia. There are worse ways to go. He wishes he'd smile for it, but even Gamzee figures that's probably asking for too much.]

I got so much motherfuckin' happy on all over the fact that you and I got to get our meet on, Tavbro.

Honk!

[And then softer, quieter, more serious:]

I'm glad I met you.

[Be his motherfucking miracle, baby.]