You had felt bad for the gold blooded Psiioniic… he had been standing up for what he believed in, and what thanks did he get? Being forced to be the helmsman of the Condesce’s ship? Forced to live thousands of years like that? It… felt wrong. You, a human, had managed to sneak onto the Condesce’s ship and found him, releasing him. He simply slumped onto you, unconscious from the suffering he had been through.

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