Gone were the days when he hid his powers on Alternia because he would have been pressed into helmstroll service. There was no need to keep them secret here, even if he didn't know Daryl well. All their abilities were recorded for anyone to see if they wished.
With his free hand, Psii dug around for the mask he'd found. He knew what it did by now, and he knew the risk of fatiguing himself in the company of someone he didn't know well. It would be so easy to kill him in his sleep, but Psii shared the same sort of ill-advised self-sacrificial tendencies. He could never live with himself if he deliberately left Daryl there. That was equivalent to culling, killing that Alternians casually did or let happen because they believed it was justified. What he was about to do was a serious decision, but he couldn't help grinning instead.
"Oh, come on, do I have to do everything for you? Thith relationship jutht ithn't going to work out...."
He slogged closer to Daryl and tightened his grip on his arm. He slapped on the mask, and his power washed over him like the relief of a warm bath—until, of course, the voices of the future dead chorused into a headache. Ah, the good old days. He released a glow of red and blue sparks around himself and hovered from the ground much more gracefully than his previous gangly run. To his credit, he refrained from picking up Daryl without permission, even as he glanced worriedly at the deluge threatening to engulf them.
"Keep all appendageth inthide the vehicle at all timeth, and pray I don't faint. If you're thcared of flying and would rather drown like a lother, now would be the time to tell me."
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With his free hand, Psii dug around for the mask he'd found. He knew what it did by now, and he knew the risk of fatiguing himself in the company of someone he didn't know well. It would be so easy to kill him in his sleep, but Psii shared the same sort of ill-advised self-sacrificial tendencies. He could never live with himself if he deliberately left Daryl there. That was equivalent to culling, killing that Alternians casually did or let happen because they believed it was justified. What he was about to do was a serious decision, but he couldn't help grinning instead.
"Oh, come on, do I have to do everything for you? Thith relationship jutht ithn't going to work out...."
He slogged closer to Daryl and tightened his grip on his arm. He slapped on the mask, and his power washed over him like the relief of a warm bath—until, of course, the voices of the future dead chorused into a headache. Ah, the good old days. He released a glow of red and blue sparks around himself and hovered from the ground much more gracefully than his previous gangly run. To his credit, he refrained from picking up Daryl without permission, even as he glanced worriedly at the deluge threatening to engulf them.
"Keep all appendageth inthide the vehicle at all timeth, and pray I don't faint. If you're thcared of flying and would rather drown like a lother, now would be the time to tell me."