[Dualscar doesn't want to be uncurled, he doesn't want the Psiioniic's hands on his chest or arms, he just wants to be left alone. Left alone, and preferably somewhere deep underwater, where it's silent and still and no one can see him be weak.]

[But the force of the psionics is more than he can stand against, and he's pried open, exposed and vulnerable, and for one brief, shining instant, he hates the Psiioniic for it. He hates him for making him so fucking weak.]

[It isn't until the other troll speaks, though, that Dualscar finally uncurls his fins from around his face and looks at him, really sees that manic grin and the way the Psiioniic's eyes are lit up like a pair of stars in his face.]

Don't you get it? I can't.

[He can't take the fire in the other troll's gaze, and looks away.]

I can't, I can't, wwho do you think is running interference for them, wwho do you think is keeping the Fleet off their backs, wwho do you think is trying to fucking protect them?