[The Psiioniic doesn't answer. Not immediately. He simply stays as he is, staring up at the ceiling with half-open eyes. All his memories of his friends are screaming at him to run. He can do that now. He is utterly, completely free. What's stopping him?]
[New memories.]
[Dualscar, pressing up against him in a recuperacoon and asking him not to talk. Dualscar, stroking his face before fleeing. Dualscar, Dualscar, Dualscar- surrendering himself beneath him and practically singing his pleasure and making that pitiful desperate expression on his face when he tried to respond to 'I love you'.]
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[The Psiioniic doesn't answer. Not immediately. He simply stays as he is, staring up at the ceiling with half-open eyes. All his memories of his friends are screaming at him to run. He can do that now. He is utterly, completely free. What's stopping him?]
[New memories.]
[Dualscar, pressing up against him in a recuperacoon and asking him not to talk. Dualscar, stroking his face before fleeing. Dualscar, Dualscar, Dualscar- surrendering himself beneath him and practically singing his pleasure and making that pitiful desperate expression on his face when he tried to respond to 'I love you'.]
[Trafal.]
...Yeah.
[After a very long time, he answers quietly.]
I think I could thtay that long.