[The Psiioniic doesn't have to say anything more; Dualscar can tell what he's thinking. Why would he want to stay? What on Alternian could be keeping him here, beyond that helmet that prevents him from using his powers and blasting the hive back into a pile of bricks and rubble? Why would he ever want to stay with him?]
[Why would anyone want to stay with him?]
Yeah... yeah, that's wwhat I thought.
[Dualscar looks away, and he's thankful that the little shelter made of books is dark, because he can feel a traitorous purple film building up over his eyes. He fans one fin forward, using it to cover his face.]
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[The Psiioniic doesn't have to say anything more; Dualscar can tell what he's thinking. Why would he want to stay? What on Alternian could be keeping him here, beyond that helmet that prevents him from using his powers and blasting the hive back into a pile of bricks and rubble? Why would he ever want to stay with him?]
[Why would anyone want to stay with him?]
Yeah... yeah, that's wwhat I thought.
[Dualscar looks away, and he's thankful that the little shelter made of books is dark, because he can feel a traitorous purple film building up over his eyes. He fans one fin forward, using it to cover his face.]