[Dualscar hates himself. He hates himself for crying, he hates himself for being weak, he hates himself for caring... but most of all, he hates himself for actually believing that anyone could actually feel anything towards him that wasn't hatred.]
[He bats the Psiioniic's hands away from his face, keeping his fins wrapped tightly around it, and fumbles at the helmet. Even with his eyes blocked, he can feel the little trips and catches that hold it on, and he works his way through them... until the helmet opens up and falls free from the Psiioniic's head.]
Go, then. Just... just go.
[His voice is rough and gravelly, full of everything he wishes he could hide away.]
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[He bats the Psiioniic's hands away from his face, keeping his fins wrapped tightly around it, and fumbles at the helmet. Even with his eyes blocked, he can feel the little trips and catches that hold it on, and he works his way through them... until the helmet opens up and falls free from the Psiioniic's head.]
Go, then. Just... just go.
[His voice is rough and gravelly, full of everything he wishes he could hide away.]
Take your fuckin' drone and leavve.