"Yes, he was my Sub-commander... he was always very loyal to me." ZEX sighed at the thought of him, the particular lilt in his voice and turn of phrase that marked him as decidedly him. "He would not lie to me, but I know it was him, even if he was human... his voice, he spoke just like him, with that particular regional dialect he had, with tinges from living on Cerenkov and being near me for so..." ZEX paused for a second, still drained. "For us, language is extremely important, it's highly individualized to each of us. I'm not sure if humans have an equivalent... I know it was his voice..." ZEX shook his head again, pained. "If it had been anyone else, if he hadn't sounded right, if it didn't add up the way that it does, I wouldn't feel this way, I'm sure of it..."
He gave a shaky sigh at being touched, his hair was so sensitive. How he loved how that felt. "You've always been human... it must be easier for you to know." A teacher... he could see that. "This body, to be changed to this form is impossible, and if I was never changed to begin with, then... I just want... I want to know, for sure... " He wanted to go home, he wanted things to go back to normal, but that seemed too weak a thing to say out loud, and he'd already lapsed too much already.
"If he believed himself to be someone else, who knows what he could do..." ZEX mumbled, miserable, although his thoughts were quickly derailed. Puzzled and blinking, he of course didn't resist being pulled closer to him, or sitting on his lap either, although he hadn't quite expected it. Being held really did bring up warmth and affection, which he was glad to cling to rather than that suffocating helpless feeling.
He stayed close to him, rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath. "I'm so tired of this... an identity crisis once a lifetime is more than enough." ZEX kept his arms around him. "I'm getting too old for this kind of stress anymore..."
actually if he gets his uniform back that'll be very helpful O3
He gave a shaky sigh at being touched, his hair was so sensitive. How he loved how that felt. "You've always been human... it must be easier for you to know." A teacher... he could see that. "This body, to be changed to this form is impossible, and if I was never changed to begin with, then... I just want... I want to know, for sure... " He wanted to go home, he wanted things to go back to normal, but that seemed too weak a thing to say out loud, and he'd already lapsed too much already.
"If he believed himself to be someone else, who knows what he could do..." ZEX mumbled, miserable, although his thoughts were quickly derailed. Puzzled and blinking, he of course didn't resist being pulled closer to him, or sitting on his lap either, although he hadn't quite expected it. Being held really did bring up warmth and affection, which he was glad to cling to rather than that suffocating helpless feeling.
He stayed close to him, rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath. "I'm so tired of this... an identity crisis once a lifetime is more than enough." ZEX kept his arms around him. "I'm getting too old for this kind of stress anymore..."