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'Ooooooh boy. Hanuman, get the funeral music, I've just dug my own grave.' He hesitantly reveals how it went, carefully and smoothly omitting the whole vision thing (How are you supposed to tell someone you saw them die?)

"Oh, thank you, I was just getting hungry. Sorry for not joining you before, but... I really needed to reflect on something. And... I kindamaybesortatoldRocaboutmycrushonhimalongwithmystrangegender." He's blushing really heavily now.

"Not the original reason I was asking..." It actually related to his earlier question of Hanuman including himself in those scenarios, but before he could answer, Tyroc shakes his head and stands, heading out and deciding to go get something to eat.

The Cathar grins, then sighs before he blinks "... this is going to be a love hate relationship." He's wondering if the Persona can affect his dreams.

"Hey, it's better than nothing for you. Besides, no doubt you want to throw yourself in some of those situations, hmm~?"

Tyroc snickers and laughs softly, putting the gun away "... As much as this does not sound like me, a part of me honestly doesn't mind. Just... try not to make me flustered in front of everyone else."

"But I can get you out of my head, and then physically pelt you across the galaxy." Tyroc replies vocally, pulling out his Evoker and pointing it at his own head, completely serious.

'I WILL GIVE YOU THE MOST PAINFUL LACERATIONS, CUTS AND SNAPPED BONES YOU WILL EVER FEEL!!!' Maaaaaaybe it's time to stop.

'Truer words have never been spoken. But at least I won't be alone... though this is starting to make me feel like I'm an insane person.'

"It's progress! Don't think I won't lock you in the darker corners of my mind, because I will!" 'Wow, I can't believe I'm actually fighting with myself. Well, not really myself, he's supposed to represent me... somehow.'

"S-Shut up, let me have this moment alright!? I confessed, I explained my sex, and that's all!"

Tyroc turns the corner and practically dive bombs into his room, slamming the door shut before leaning against it, panting. His cheeks are intensely red... but he's grinning widely.

Tyroc blushes, then he moves to get up, before pausing "... I'm not, uh... entirely male." He states, blushing a deep red before quickly dashing out of the room.

The bug shifted himself and gave a nod, prompting you to sit down. Sliding onto the shaft, the insect chitters and begins gently thrust, just enough to stimulate you, but not distract you from your approaching breakfast.

Tyroc smiles, nodding and looking much happier "And I was serious about before. If you reject me, I will not hold it against you."

"... It's blurry." he states, before looking at Roc "It's blurry, and it can be changed. And I refuse to let you fall, alright!?" He raises his voice slightly, but forces himself to calm down "You said it yourself, there are other Zabraks who became good people. I don't want you to seclude...

"... Visions I don't want to be true." Tears form, unshed in the Cathar's eyes "I see... I see a Sith... around my height, a little taller... h-he kills Brenna... and then he kills me." He states "... The Sith is a Zabrak..."

"I have." The Cathar blushes, before looking down "That and... visions. I've been able to see into the tears through the Force."

"... My feelings towards you." He answers, before looking at the Zabrak, his cheeks painted in bright red "Roc I... I think I'm... in love with you."

Tyroc smiles and steps inside, sitting on the others bed. He remains silent for a while, before speaking "I... have something to confess. During the time we've been training together... I have been having trouble putting certain things out of my mind. Things... involving you."