I'm thorry, I'm thorry, but you can't- you don't know, pleathe-!
[Try as he might, the Psiioniic can't stop crying. All he can do is reach up, normally clever hands suddenly clumsy as he reaches up to try and reach beneath those fins to cup Dualscar's face.]
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[Try as he might, the Psiioniic can't stop crying. All he can do is reach up, normally clever hands suddenly clumsy as he reaches up to try and reach beneath those fins to cup Dualscar's face.]
Underthtand, pleathe, pleathe.