[He stops so suddenly when Dave butts in that it even the trembling is stilled for a second. Fuck no. No! Bastard stole every damn thing from him. A slow, rolling growl builds in his chest, starting too low for a human to hear and slowly rising like a wave. It grows until Gamzee is nearly vibrating with it and then it cuts off just like that. When he speaks again his voice is sharp, stacatto and atonal. He sounds very, very hurt and young.]