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He’d liked Tavros from the moment he’d met him. Well, typed at him.
The clumsy, uncertain, shy way he typed made him want to be the calm rock in the sea of chaos that was the taurus’ life. When you boiled it down to the bones, Gamzee had pitied Tavros from the very first word on the screen. The first ‘uM’.
Which was why he reacted the way he did, when he heard about Tavros being injured-paralyzed- the way he had been, and who was responsible for it.
Gamzee Makara, known for being calm, content and even genuinely happy with everything life put before him, saw RED. Violent, angry, pulsating red that invaded his dreams and soaked through him.
He wanted to kill her. Rip her open and paint his walls in her pretty blue blood.
And it scared him.
He withdrew from his computer for weeks, raging at himself, at the world, at Vriska, at the people who could have stopped her but hadn’t. The people who could have controlled her but didn’t.
The computer chimed and Gamzee flinched, glaring at it accusingly as the pings continued to drop out of the Trollian program.