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[plainsimple]

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[plainsimple]

Quite true. I would have needed significant evidence and I strongly doubt there was any available. Unless that assumption is incorrect?

[myfavoritemurder]

It's not. You would have thought I was crazy.

[plainsimple]

Most definitely. You chose correctly to not tell me; the Aerie didn't seem a kind place to those who are believed to be suffering any illness, physical or mental.

Thank you for the information. It has been quite interesting.

[myfavoritemurder]

You would have turned me in, wouldn't you?

[plainsimple]

For being mad? No. I was keeping an eye on you for acting suspiciously, however.

[myfavoritemurder]

Did you want to have me sent to the Quarry?

[plainsimple]

No. I wanted to keep as many people from starving and dying as possible. That meant keeping people from blowing up things or murdering others outside of the Quarry as much as possible.

[myfavoritemurder]

Too bad. You should have.

[plainsimple]

I try not to make business too personal. That leads to any number of unnecessary complications.

[myfavoritemurder]

Do you feel like you're the same person now as you were then?

[plainsimple]

No. There were differences. But I am pragmatic in any world. I wonder how different you are from the woman my fake self thought he knew.

[myfavoritemurder]

I'm sure we're nothing alike.

[The person she really is would never have had those smiling, happy group photos on her fridge.]

[plainsimple]

Is that something you appreciate or something you find disappointing?

[myfavoritemurder]

Does it matter?

[plainsimple]

What an intriguing question. Are you human?

[myfavoritemurder]

And that's a strange one. I am. What are you?

[plainsimple]

I am Cardassian. In my experience humans have always been very focused on and influenced by how they feel about something, which is why I asked. To ask if your feelings mattered was... unexpected.

[myfavoritemurder]

Well, I'm not like most humans. I never feel much of anything.

[Which is patently untrue, as anyone who's seen her fly into a rage or a fit of upset can attest, but it's the line she often goes with.]

[plainsimple]

How interesting. Do you wish it were otherwise, or is that comforting?

[myfavoritemurder]

No. It isn't comforting. Nothing is comforting.

[plainsimple]

Do you have a need or desire for comfort?

[myfavoritemurder]

[There's a noticeable pause here as she just stares at the text, frowning slightly, genuinely unsure of how to answer. It's not something she thinks about wanting or not wanting; needing or not needing. The lack of it in both her life and, she believes, in the world at large is too much of an immutable fact.]

All of that died a long time ago.

Why?

[plainsimple]

Even in the most anti-social of races, a desire for comfort has until now seemed a universal. Even I myself want it from time to time, though I like to think myself above most petty desires.

[myfavoritemurder]

Well, you've found an exception now. There's not enough left in me to want it. It was all burned away.

[plainsimple]

Would you mind an inquiry as to what happened?