[For a few minutes, the Psiioniic doesn't even notice Dualscar. He's too enthralled with his own power, so dearly missed. He can pick up every single book in this place, put them wherever he wants, so effortlessly and without moving from his spot.]
[But when he finally does, oh, when he finally lays his eyes upon that pitiful, beautiful excuse of a seadweller... Energy tugs at Dualscar's limbs, wanting him open and not curled up. Floating upwards, he lets his hands slide along Dualscar's chest and over to his arms, that he grips.]
[His smile is a jagged tear along his face, filled with sharp teeth. To call it 'manic' is to put it lightly.]
I'll take you with me.
I'll thow you thingth you've never theen before, 22, and I won't let a thing touch uth, or them, or anything. I told you, I'll make everything burn before that happenth, I can do it.
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[But when he finally does, oh, when he finally lays his eyes upon that pitiful, beautiful excuse of a seadweller... Energy tugs at Dualscar's limbs, wanting him open and not curled up. Floating upwards, he lets his hands slide along Dualscar's chest and over to his arms, that he grips.]
[His smile is a jagged tear along his face, filled with sharp teeth. To call it 'manic' is to put it lightly.]
I'll take you with me.
I'll thow you thingth you've never theen before, 22, and I won't let a thing touch uth, or them, or anything. I told you, I'll make everything burn before that happenth, I can do it.