[No, it's not, not really. The memory still scrapes against his mind, unpleasant and leaving a foul taste on his tongue like blood. It's a reassurance to be held instead of felt, and the Psiioniic wraps his arms around Dualscar's neck. The hands around his waist are treated to that soft energy again, a gentle pressure.]
I'm alright. You can keep going.
[If they stop now, who knows when they'll get another chance?]
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[No, it's not, not really. The memory still scrapes against his mind, unpleasant and leaving a foul taste on his tongue like blood. It's a reassurance to be held instead of felt, and the Psiioniic wraps his arms around Dualscar's neck. The hands around his waist are treated to that soft energy again, a gentle pressure.]
I'm alright. You can keep going.
[If they stop now, who knows when they'll get another chance?]