You could practically hear the scream of gears forcibly coming to a halt in Equius' mind. Vriska. Vriska and Nepeta. No. This couldn't be right. This had to be some kind of sick joke. A million visions of childhood fears of Vriska trying to steal Nepeta from him, like she'd tried to steal everything when they were small. And now it had finally come to pass.

"Vriska?" he demanded, teeth gritting so hard that cracks formed in the longer ones.