[His expression falters, and his eyes rescan her face. Yes, that green is her green, and she's definitely alive. But if she's alive, and he's dead, and she doesn't know anything of what happened--]

Oh god, oh no, oh fuck. No--no, no, I can't be doomed, I--

[He turns around away from her, looking over the interior of the this-is-LOQAM-isn't-it room they stand in, like it might be hiding answers. But it would explain things, wouldn't it? All the chaos, why Gamzee and Terezi were fighting so brutally, why he died so sudden and sure. And with Kanaya behind him, and all the fire and explosions and the Battleship Condescension itself hovering overhead--]

Oh god.

[He turns back to face her with the look of a wiggler who's just been told Twelfth Perigee's Eve is cancelled.]

I'm from a doomed alternate timeline. How am I supposed to deal with this?