PRE GAME FUCKERY

It's probably not exactly comforting, being in this environment. The CONDOR agents accompanying Karkat are quiet as they lead him down the hall.

Karkat hadn't really been given a choice, per say, over whether or not he was going to help with this. The situation played out much more along the lines of "we need you to translate for this prisoner of war, we'll pick you up in an hour" than any sort of polite request. The only explanation had been that another Alternian had been picked up by CONDOR operatives, and they didn't speak enough english for them to know what to do with him.

It's been quite a while since the last assault from Alternia. The suspicion is palpable.