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Hundreds of sweeps after Sollux's death, Eridan has never found another kismesis he could hate half as much. Sollux's last words to him promised him 'another chance', but as far as he's concerned, nobody can ever take Sollux's place in his spade.
Until a young new adult walks into the office of the Grand Disdain, wearing Sollux's symbol and with Sollux's blood, and a hauntingly familiar face. Castor is everything Eridan has been missing about his kismesis, but he's also his own person and he's got no reason to appreciate the advances of a high-blooded asshole. In trying to win him over, Eridan discovers some disturbing truths about the lives of the low-bloods in the Empire. Psychics are being tampered with, their memories erased and reprogrammed, and the lower bloods are ready to revolt.
Eridan must overcome his own natural arrogance and his belief in the system to work together with Castor to find out what's happening. Unfortunately, there's a few important things Castor forgot to mention about himself...