[Dualscar is quiet for a minute, then barks bitter laughter.]

You grew up a slave; that can't be the first time you've seen a grouping of scars like that.

Noww go ahead and tell me howw quickly I should just get over it and believe everything kind you say.

[Now it's Dualscar who's walking quickly, brushing past the Psiioniic and hurrying towards the hive, yanking another cape out of his sylladex and wrapping it around himself.]