They are purrs to the Psiioniic's ears, and it. It just makes the situation more bizarre, but he finds himself relaxing. He's not in danger here, even if half of him is screaming that he needs to leave, and rightnowrightaway because of what has happened, but if he tries to remember everything comes up blank.

So he stays.

He holds his arms out, feeling shaky. For all he knows, the Initiate could rip his arms from his sockets.

Finish him off.

Let him find some form of peace.

But he holds his arms out anyways, awkwardly rolling up his sleeves and revealing his arms that are more like sticks then anything else. "Go ahead."