None of this sounded familiar, and his doubt kept elaborating and adding to his thoughts in ways he didn't want or need. None of it sounded familiar (because he didn't want to remember). It didn't sound like him because he wasn't that kind of person (or he was and just wished he wasn't, and came up with a way to be someone else). That couldn't be how things were (or it just wasn't how he wanted things to be).
DAX had always told him things he needed to hear, and that wasn't always what he wanted to hear. He'd never before wished that wasn't the case as much as he did now.
"I wouldn't... I wouldn't do something like that." Would Max? Had Max? He wasn't Max. "Why would I... why would he be here? I don't remember any of that... I'm not..."
He couldn't be this way, this person. He couldn't be someone so irresponsible, so childish and frightened, controlled by his family, reliant on DAX to take care of him, someone that sounded so... powerless and weak. He was a war veteran, a military genius who'd been unfairly persecuted by his people for his entirely natural desires, a great collector of creatures from all over the galaxy, a once-hero of his species, he was...
He was human. He was human, not a VUX.
ZEX's expression tightened, evidence of deep and painful thought, and he looked at DAX, who spoke with a voice he knew so well and was human, and did he know him because Max knew him, or because ZEX did? Was he actually speaking his language, or did he just think he was?
ZEX slowly pulled his hand from his eye, and he looked at DAX with both of his eyes open, blinking to adjust. DAX blurred in and out of focus, and split into two. Still seeing double. "I don't understand... it can't all be a lie, that doesn't make sense..." He struggled to think. "If... the Spathi, the Shofixti, they recognize me, that must mean something..."
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DAX had always told him things he needed to hear, and that wasn't always what he wanted to hear. He'd never before wished that wasn't the case as much as he did now.
"I wouldn't... I wouldn't do something like that." Would Max? Had Max? He wasn't Max. "Why would I... why would he be here? I don't remember any of that... I'm not..."
He couldn't be this way, this person. He couldn't be someone so irresponsible, so childish and frightened, controlled by his family, reliant on DAX to take care of him, someone that sounded so... powerless and weak. He was a war veteran, a military genius who'd been unfairly persecuted by his people for his entirely natural desires, a great collector of creatures from all over the galaxy, a once-hero of his species, he was...
He was human. He was human, not a VUX.
ZEX's expression tightened, evidence of deep and painful thought, and he looked at DAX, who spoke with a voice he knew so well and was human, and did he know him because Max knew him, or because ZEX did? Was he actually speaking his language, or did he just think he was?
ZEX slowly pulled his hand from his eye, and he looked at DAX with both of his eyes open, blinking to adjust. DAX blurred in and out of focus, and split into two. Still seeing double. "I don't understand... it can't all be a lie, that doesn't make sense..." He struggled to think. "If... the Spathi, the Shofixti, they recognize me, that must mean something..."