[Flick. That is an orange peel part being flicked right at your face, Dualscar, enjoy it.]

It wathn't about you. Don't try and pull the thpotlight onto you again. I wath panicking becauthe of everything elthe.

[The Psiioniic begins to tear through the discarded orange slices, making them nothing more than shreds. He only stops when the drone hopefully offers up another fruit.]

...That ithn't going to tholve anything.