[Dualscar feels the tension in Psii's body as he's over his shoulder, and he knows he's the one that put that there, that by all rights Psii should hate him with a pure black rage, the kind no auspitice can touch, and if he could take things back he would. But every highblood knows you can never look back, and he doesn't let his hands linger on Psii, instead taking the wheel and guiding his ship away. It would go faster if he had a helmstroll to power it, but they both know that's not a bridge they can cross together.]
[As soon as the highblood castle fades behind them, dipping below the horizon, Dualscar turns to Psii immediately and undoes his helmet, letting the clasps fall free on either side of his neck, lifting it off him.]
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[As soon as the highblood castle fades behind them, dipping below the horizon, Dualscar turns to Psii immediately and undoes his helmet, letting the clasps fall free on either side of his neck, lifting it off him.]