"I guess?" he says blandly, though Karkat's immediate recognition of his likely counterpart isn't promising. He folds back his ears. "I didn't ask her anything about it. I didn't really know what to do with it at the time, she kind of sprang it on me like it was her fucking plans for evening rations."

He lets that name sink in for a moment.

"...You mean his title was the fucking 'Psionic'? That is kind of tack as shit."