[Dualscar doesn't answer, just sits there, immobile, with his fins up and hiding his face. It's not like what they have going on here isn't a betrayal, like what he's doing isn't just asking for a culling fork in the throat. Befriending a traitor, an enemy to the Empire, being kind to him, giving him as much free will as he can safely allow, and now rescuing a young helmsman... he doesn't know if the Psiioniic realizes this, but decommissioning a helmsman and removing their biowiring is a capital offense, something that could get both him and the blueblood who takes the wires out culled. Everything he's done since he crawled into the bathtub with the Psiioniic and cleaned him off has been a betrayal, of his station, of his duty, of everything he's worked for since he was seven sweeps old and had hands stained with green blood, and...]
[And that's when his body betrays him, and his chest hitches in one low, wracking sob.]
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[And that's when his body betrays him, and his chest hitches in one low, wracking sob.]