Sadstuck Fic 2 - Featuring The Psionic as protagonist.
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The Psionic. That was his title. He knew he was gifted.
Just not as much as he actually was.
His head pounded. His eyes burned. His heart was ripping apart at the seams.
His red and blue eyes were bleeding. Yellow liquid was dripping down his face in pain. He felt like dying. He felt like he /was/
dying. He couldn't do anything but give his entire life force to the woman who he loved. He gave all he could, all of the power in
his gifted mind, all of the red and all of the blue, and all of the yellow.
The Psionic was psionic. And he knew it. And he was proud of his gifts.
But he was dying. And he wanted to. And he felt it. And he was happy he was.
Giving one's entire life force to pilot a ship. That's what The Psionic was doing. But it hurt. It hurt him so badly.
And so he let his head pound. He let his eyes burn. He let his heart rip at the seams.
And so he let himself die.
And it was the greatest gift he had. Because it felt the best.