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Your name is Eridan Ampora and you keep a countdown next to your mirror of how long you and Feferi have to live. It's a bit depressing to see it out of the corner of your eye every morning, but you can't let yourself forget. It inspires you to put extra effort into your hairdo every morning, since when the imperial drones come knocking, you can't be single.
Ever since Vris dumped you, you spend hours researching conversation topics and the latest trends.
You know you're not a likeable person. You like things nobody else does, and are generally a huge well of emotional need. If somebody is gonna pail with you, its probably gonna be for the safety courting a highblood provides. So you flaunt your status, hoping someone else in this world is as desprate for protection as you. You beg Fef to set aside the bad taste in her mouth and do the same.
You've known Fef since you were 2. Losing her would destory you. Losing her wouldn't make her problems go away, either. Lusus culling is mainly your duty now, but you still call it Fef's problem in the privacy of your mind.
Really, its the problem of every troll on this planet, but you're the only one that seems to care.
You do everything short of shaking Feferi to start taking her job as a princess more seriously. The fate of the planet depends on it. She's a terrible princess, so you have to love the Condense's rule, because at least she's doing something. Even if that something is a rapidly apporaching attempt on your life.
You're as pale as a ghost for Fef. You'd destroy yourself to protect her, even if your death would likely cause the planet's destruction. But pale doesn't fill any pails, so you try to nudge both your feelings into something that can save you.
Your name is Eridan Ampora, and you are desprate enough to beg Karkat for advice, in case he's seen an option you missed. You are desprate enough to consider pitch flirting with the sweaty horsefucker.
Your name is Eridan Ampora, and you are desprate to start living.