[When the Psiioniic starts trying to guide them towards the floor, Dualscar resists initially, but then collapses, all at once. He literally almost falls to the floor and gets his knees up, putting his hands over his ears and trying to tuck into a ball again.]

His lusus... it wwas a cat, some stinkin', enormous cat from up in the mountains... that piece a shit thing wwould hide and wwait for me, pounce from behind things, and pin me dowwn... it'd pin me, and it'd lick my fuckin' fins, and, and purr, and it hurt but I kneww not to cry, not to make a sound because if I did, he'd hear, and he'd come find us, and...

[Dualscar's voice tapers off; some things, even now, almost seventy sweeps later, are things he can't talk about, things he can't let himself remember. The Psiioniic has seen the scars on him, though... he's not stupid, he can put it all together.]

I hate cats.

[Dualscar falls silent again. He doesn't just hate cats, he's terrified of them, big or small. He goes out of his way to avoid them.]