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[pronounsarehard]

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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[knight_2000]

"Hello." Kitt rose from his seat nearer to the viewscreen, crossing the space between their tables and standing a polite distance away with his hands behind his back.

"I often enjoy talking to myself. It helps me to sort out my problems. And I must say, I'm an extremely interesting conversationalist."