[Dualscar almost leaps out of his skin at that intrusion, as the Psiioniic's finger sinks inside him. Again, he's on the very edge of panic, feeling something move and press inside him that he hasn't felt in over sixty sweeps, that he once swore he'd never feel again, and the pitch of the noises he's making rises sharply, almost a keen for a few brief seconds as his mind shatters into jagged little pieces of remembered agony and shame.]
[But... but then the wave passes, and it doesn't hurt, it feels good, it feels like something that is supposed to happen, and Dualscar throws his free arm over his eyes, hiding them and any traitorous purple fluids that might be trying to leak out from their edges. It's just a little much, that's all. It's not like he's crying or anything, don't be ridiculous.]
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[But... but then the wave passes, and it doesn't hurt, it feels good, it feels like something that is supposed to happen, and Dualscar throws his free arm over his eyes, hiding them and any traitorous purple fluids that might be trying to leak out from their edges. It's just a little much, that's all. It's not like he's crying or anything, don't be ridiculous.]