[The entire time Dualscar has been touching him, he has only stared, nearly unable to comprehend despite seeing it for himself. But then the restraint falls away and the way he recoils backwards with a ragged gasp. Trembling hands go up to his face, heels digging into his eye sockets and it is the worst pain he has ever felt-]
[And the most wondrous.]
[He has no doubts that the pain is retribution- payback for being held in check for so long when power like this is meant to burst. It's too much for just one meager little troll body to handle, but somehow, he always has, and alongside the pain, there's a rush. Rasping for breath, he raises one hand, fingers shaking, and let's it all flow.]
[Everything is red-blue.]
[Everything rises.]
[The books rustle and hover from their shelves, this paltry little fort begins to float as if gravity is some sort of idea for a different reality. Paper and oranges and even Dualscar- right up from the floor. The entire library is awash in those two colors, outdoing even the moonglow from the windows. Only the Psiioniic remains on the floor, curling up with his hands pressing against his eyes, energy leaking out between his fingers. Eventually, however, he too is pushed up, but there's more focus to the way the energy pulses and curls around him, helping him to his feet.]
[He feels weightless. He feels like he could touch everything. It's been too long.]
[His hands fall away, and the fall turns into a sweeping gesture with his palms held outward. A look of wonder is spread across his face, eyes brilliant, and the tears still upon his face looking ethereal. His voice is hushed.]clear.
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[The entire time Dualscar has been touching him, he has only stared, nearly unable to comprehend despite seeing it for himself. But then the restraint falls away and the way he recoils backwards with a ragged gasp. Trembling hands go up to his face, heels digging into his eye sockets and it is the worst pain he has ever felt-]
[And the most wondrous.]
[He has no doubts that the pain is retribution- payback for being held in check for so long when power like this is meant to burst. It's too much for just one meager little troll body to handle, but somehow, he always has, and alongside the pain, there's a rush. Rasping for breath, he raises one hand, fingers shaking, and let's it all flow.]
[Everything is red-blue.]
[Everything rises.]
[The books rustle and hover from their shelves, this paltry little fort begins to float as if gravity is some sort of idea for a different reality. Paper and oranges and even Dualscar- right up from the floor. The entire library is awash in those two colors, outdoing even the moonglow from the windows. Only the Psiioniic remains on the floor, curling up with his hands pressing against his eyes, energy leaking out between his fingers. Eventually, however, he too is pushed up, but there's more focus to the way the energy pulses and curls around him, helping him to his feet.]
[He feels weightless. He feels like he could touch everything. It's been too long.]
[His hands fall away, and the fall turns into a sweeping gesture with his palms held outward. A look of wonder is spread across his face, eyes brilliant, and the tears still upon his face looking ethereal. His voice is hushed.]clear.