Dualscar turns and almost runs out of the room, blindly making his way to the kitchen. Once he's there, he grips the countertop with both hands, leaning over it and gritting his teeth. God... they're going to turn the Psiioniic into that. All his brilliance, all his personality, ripped away from him and consumed by creeping biowires. Dualscar can feel bile rising in the back of his throat, and he turns towards the sink, almost retching...
...until the kitchen drone tugs at his cape and offers him an orange.
He stares at the fruit for a moment, hardly recognizing it, before taking it with numb fingers. "A straww," he tells the drone, using his claws to pierce the orange's skin. "Find me a straww."
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Dualscar turns and almost runs out of the room, blindly making his way to the kitchen. Once he's there, he grips the countertop with both hands, leaning over it and gritting his teeth. God... they're going to turn the Psiioniic into that. All his brilliance, all his personality, ripped away from him and consumed by creeping biowires. Dualscar can feel bile rising in the back of his throat, and he turns towards the sink, almost retching...
...until the kitchen drone tugs at his cape and offers him an orange.
He stares at the fruit for a moment, hardly recognizing it, before taking it with numb fingers. "A straww," he tells the drone, using his claws to pierce the orange's skin. "Find me a straww."