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[drawsghosts]

Sounds unpleasant. I can also put up a Sith aura, but I've been keeping it off since I've been here. Mine isn't as strong as the Emperor's though.

[He regards Cipher Nine with concern.]

I did wonder about that, I'll admit.

[stabgremlin]

I got used to it. [Sometimes Nine swears he can still feel it, but that might just be the nightmares and memories of the Emperor bleeding into it.]

... No need to look at me like that, my Lord. [He fetches some cups for them- getting up on tippy toes to get them down, rather than ask for help.] The nightmares will pass eventually. Once I learn to internalize it a bit more.

[Because that's the only valid option as far as he's concerned.] In the meantime, I could get you some earplugs if you'd like.

[drawsghosts]

I could teach you some meditations that might help. As for earplugs, it's fine, I can put up with it.

[Besides, Sith don't shy away from fear, no matter where it's coming from.]

[stabgremlin]

I've already more or less tried them all. [He shrugs.] Suppose all I need to worry about is waking the neighbors then.

I've worked for Intelligence for almost a decade, my Lord. I've seen a lot of things that were almost as bad as Ziost.

[Nine shakes his head.] If I start to try to untangle it all with meditations and the like, it might end up getting worse before it gets better.

[...] Plus a lot of it is this place. I haven't actually had a vacation for nearly a decade either and I sure as fuck didn't want one this long.

[drawsghosts]

[What is it with spies and being a workaholic?]

Just try not to get too tightly wound. You'll give yourself an ulcer.

[He gets out the lemon juice for his tea.]

I could always purr you to sleep.

[stabgremlin]

An ulcer is easier to deal with than the brain damage at least.

[... Oh he really hates his life right now. Damned spirit woo-woo forcing things he doesn't want to say out of him.] ... I wouldn't be opposed to an attempt, I suppose.

[drawsghosts]

[Brain damage?]

Sadly, some things even Sith sorcery can't heal. Not that I'm much of a healer to begin with.

[He probably could if it were someone he loved and couldn't live without.]

[stabgremlin]

It's manageable. [He shrugs.] Would be more manageable if that blasted fox gave me back my prescription drugs, admittedly.

[The withdrawals back when he first arrived sure were something.]

I don't think it's something that can be healed, at any rate. I don't think the brain was made to be brainwashed twice, so unless you've got a completely new one lying around for me... The damaged one I have will have to do.

[Oh, Nine really hates this honesty hour.

Though he supposes this all makes it easier since he doesn't have to essentially live two different realities at once even at home. Being Aden for such a long time without any downtime to be Nine has been weird.]

[drawsghosts]

I'm afraid not.

[He was brainwashed too? Talwyn doesn't know where to start with that. He wants to blame the Republic, but brainwashing isn't really their style.]

Just know that if there's anything I can do, I will. I look after my allies.