[Holy shit, how could he ever forget how much of a fucking windbag his boyfriend is. He listens closely, trying to take in all the information he can, but god that is a lot to take in. So forgive him if he kinda misses a few spots. He seems pretty unmoved by the details, most of it just information about what's going on, yadda yadda--but then when Karkat goes on to say he was run through by a fork, and died Eridan whips his head to look at him, his expression one of concern. Sure, Karkat got brought back, but still. Who the hell wants to hear that their matesprit got skewered? Not a troll in his right fucking state of mind, that's for damn sure. He nearly, instinctively, puts his arms around him, but they stop halfway through their ascent, falling uselessly at his sides again. Instead, he forces himself to look forward again. He hardly wants to make this awkward for Karkat, after all.]

[And once Karkat's done...]

Wait so, ewen our dead selwes are at risk?

[For all Eridan doesn't like the fact he's dead, that doesn't mean he's okay with that. He still exists, even if as a ghost! But he could very well cease to exist entirely. Okay, that's definitely a thought that forces his stomach to knot.]

An' it's alright, I don't think I could take in any more, that was quite the fuckin' info dump. If I ewer request you to lay details on me about our situation again, just slap me instead.