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Ezri sipped a mug of hot chocolate, spiced enough to satisfy Jadzia and Curzon without completely killing her own taste buds. Balance. She was working on it--and considering she had stopped counseling until she felt she was more in balance, that was probably a good thing. How could she help people when she couldn't help herself? She was more screwed up than most of them. Those weren't exactly wonderful qualifications in a counselor.

In order to figure out who she was, Ezri needed to re-evaulate her life, and make sure the choices she had made are still choices she would make now, as Ezri Dax. Easier said than done.

"What am I doing? Talking to myself obviously, great sign of sanity."

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"Please," Ezri said gratefully. "You might be one of the few people on the station who could actually help, or at least understand. Well, besides the other Trill here.

"I feel like...." Dax paused, trying to figure out the words she meant to use, "like the life I was living before Dax doesn't translate into the life I'm living now. Does that make sense?"

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Dealing with Joined Trill is still difficult for Beverly. Because of Odan, it likely always will be. But she genuinely likes Ezri and she's trying to understand now that she has a chance to do so properly.

"I think so," Beverly answers slowly as she slides into a chair across from Ezri. She thinks she understands it. From what she knows and understands of Joined Trill nature, at least. "Like two halves of your life and yourself aren't... working right? I guess it's like any life-changing experience. You have to reevaluate yourself. Which, I guess is more difficult for you with Dax."

Not that she can really comprehend it, but... well, she understands the idea behind it. Or so she thinks.

"What part is the hardest for you?"