[Dualscar stares at the Psiioniic for a moment more, until he's certain that the other troll won't try and disagree with his assessment of his lusus, then he looks away again. One of his fins rotates forward and brushes against the back of the Psiioniic's hand.]

I wwas... I wwas three swweeps wwhen he died. Wwhen he wwas murdered.

[Dualscar's breath gets ragged, harsh in his chest, and his gaze is far away, almost as though he's looking into the past.]

A slave ship, trying to get around the Imperial taxes, sailed through the northern seas. My lusus... he kneww wwhat it wwas, and tried to get me under the ice, wwhere it wwould be safe. But I... I wwanted to see it, I'd never seen another troll before, I wwas curious... and I wwouldn't go.

[Dualscar stops, and it's a long time before he speaks again.]

He died tryin' to push me back under the wwater.