[At that, Karkat's teeth bare incrementally. Something about this guy's attitude is just flat out annoying. It digs under his skin that he can just be so flat out positive about everything and how it's going to turn out. How can know that? How can he just be so sure when he's got nothing but hot blood and positive thinking to his name? But in the same space, not all of it is something to be dismissed - and that kind of works him up more.]

I already am moving forward. I am not some asshole stuck in the mud of his own incompetence, slopping it around instead of any meaningful progress. I am tracking that mud at my feet, but I'm fucking walking, and every look back at the path I've strode is to evaluate where I screwed up and how. There's purpose in that, douchewagon. I might not have eyes in the back of my head, but that's why we can turn around. We have brains for thinking. Those mistakes don't mean nothing. I'm responsible. It's not enough just to not repeat them, I have to set shit right somehow.