[Maybe Dualscar can't be blamed for such urges, not when the Psiioniic gets such faint looks in eyes. They're always a sign of when he's thinking of leaving, when he's longing for free roaming and the company of people who, even at their heighest, are still so much warmer than the seadweller's cool skin.]

[Even his tone is distant.]

Alwayth eathy to mith that when she keepth it tucked away... [His hand rubs along at his face.]

22... Let'sh jutht get back already. Daylight ith coming.