[The page is a myriad of crossed out sentences, most of them unintelligible, before it finishes in one sentence. This was also meant to be private but Mr Crabbypants forgot about that.]
I'M SORRY.
[After a few minutes that's scribbled out too and then this appears]
[Karkat felt his stomach in his throat as he stared at the barn owl waiting patiently on his arm, looking at him with those fucking eyes that could drill holes into his soul. Squaring his shoulders, the Gryffindor handed the letter to the owl before telling it the name of the platoon his dad had been assigned to last he'd known. He watched it leave before placing both hands to his face, breathing heavily into them.]
[Gamzee dropped his hands to wrap his long arms around Karkat's waist, just holding him silently. While he knew he couldn't understand everything that was going through Karkat's head, it was easy to tell that this was hard for him. Asking if he was okay seemed stupid - of course he wasn't, though the Slytherin thought he would be. So instead Gamzee just stayed behind him, a solid weight to lean back into if he needed. The older boy quite literally had his best friend's back.]
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[Karkat felt his stomach in his throat as he stared at the barn owl waiting patiently on his arm, looking at him with those fucking eyes that could drill holes into his soul. Squaring his shoulders, the Gryffindor handed the letter to the owl before telling it the name of the platoon his dad had been assigned to last he'd known. He watched it leave before placing both hands to his face, breathing heavily into them.]
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