"...Right." Eridan muttered, crossing his arms. "... I feel like I'm startin' t'run out of ideas an' my only real use is startin' to run out." He edges just a bit close to his space dad, but not looking back at him just yet.

"Hm... I know. I couldn't stop him from gettin' that bad, either, " He gently removed the necklace under his shirt. The old rings he toted around to symbolize his quadrants were safely tied to it. He stared at the gem with the subjuggulator's blood color blankly. "The lack of slime, obviously. But... I know he's there, though. He's... gotta be. Sol's still himself, even after all of that bullshit he put himself into."