No. Fuck this. Paradox space eats happenstance for breakfast, I'm not dealing with yet another "spoooooooky" coincidence, the entire purpose of which being to see how long it takes for Karkat Vantas to tear every last strand of follicular biomaterial from his skull in a fit of impotent fury, I am sick and fucking tired of this Chekhov's Sickle nonsense, I'm not putting up with any more. When I get my hands on her I'm going to wring her skinny neck.

[ he sounds like he means lachesis, but he really means ruka, for not telling him the other import's name in advance. ]