Wesker shook off his hand, glass falling to the ground. He looked to the troll and saw that he had brandished a weapon. Wesker turned to Karkat and crossed his arms. "Lets just say that it is not healthy for me to dwell on a...certain thorn in my side."

He felt slight pain in his hand, and proceeded to take his glove off. Shards of glass were embedded in his skin, and he removed them without hesitation. The wounds had already begun to heal, and he was glad to see that he still retained the ability to regenerate at a significantly increased rate.

Replacing his glove, he looked back at the troll, now calm and collected, and asked, "From where did you acquire the sickle? I hadn't noticed you carrying it before."