There. That's what he'd been hoping the other would catch onto. They can't exactly remove Dualscar's blood and all the rank it carries with it, but they can use it for their own purposes, like this. Highbloods might lie a great deal of the time- to their equals as much as lowbloods- but an order was still an order. Another shake in his arms before she... well she still shakes but considering the state of her body, he can tell it's a more normal one.

God, this is fucked up, that he has to deduce her mental state from the way she shakes.

Letting the psionics wash over her back, Psiioniic raises an eyebrow. "I think thee getsth it. But we can't really call her a Helmth- that, fuck that word." A bare of his teeth before he calms down. "Thinthe thee'th no longer going to be one." A whisper, against his collarbone, and he falls silent, letting his head lean down. Another whisper, still painfully soft.

"Oh."