[Sometimes, when he's holding Psii, listening to him rasp and lisp his way through his words, feeling psionics that could dismantle the world tickle along his skin with utmost control, brushing across him like feathers, Dualscar thinks that maybe, just maybe, everything he's ever learned or held dear is completely wrong.]
[He tries not to dwell on those moments. It will make the inevitable ending that much more difficult.]
Yes, that's the plan before the night is ovver.
[Dualscar ignores the trappings of the room, knowing that whatever they mess up a slave or a drone will clean, and he carries Psii to the desk, setting him down on its surface and leaning over him, bracing himself with one hand while he runs the other down Psii's side.]
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[He tries not to dwell on those moments. It will make the inevitable ending that much more difficult.]
Yes, that's the plan before the night is ovver.
[Dualscar ignores the trappings of the room, knowing that whatever they mess up a slave or a drone will clean, and he carries Psii to the desk, setting him down on its surface and leaning over him, bracing himself with one hand while he runs the other down Psii's side.]
Wwe don't havve a lot of time...