Right now, the last thing he wants to do is look up into Dualscar's eyes. It's no fault of the seadweller's, it really isn't. But to have his freedom, to have his psionics back, flowing through him and filling him up properly, unrestrained... and now it'll be gone again. Even if just for a short while, gone.

But then he dips his head down, and, almost reluctantly, the Psiioniic meets his gaze. Trusting him... Taking a deep breath, he heaves it out as if it takes effort. The smile he gives is dull and tired. "I wath able to thtay hidden for thweepth before Eth found me. I think I can fake thith." A bitter laugh. "Unleth he toucheth me, and then I make no promitheth that I won't knock him out."

A momentary pause and then he tilts his head up further, one hand going to rest on Dualscar's chest, over his heart. "Kith me." Before the helmet comes on. Before the other captain visits. Before they have to play the roles their blood assigns them.