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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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"I think I've got you beat. I have actual people inside of me. Long story too. It's kind of like having multiple personality disorder, except this is apparently normal. But," Ezri sipped her hot chocolate, " I don't reccomend loosing that much weight. You should have Dr. Bashir take a look at you. He's a good friend, and a good person.And if you want to talk, I'm just about the most messed up Counselor you could probably find."