During the war Ezri had somewhat avoided the Vorta that was Weyoun VI. Sure he had defected from the Dominion but could he really be trusted, even if his seventh counterpart was after them. It of course didn’t help relations with the changed Vorta after the Seventh had tried to have her and Worf executed, sure it wasn’t the same one but they shared the same face and memories if she understood them right. But now after the war where everyone still had a distrust for him she got to thinking, it wasn’t much different than a Trill being joined, it would be like if someone judged her for what Joran did. so her feelings became a bit better for the Vorta, still it surprised her that part of his conditions of being allowed to have free roam and be free was to speak with Ezri weekly, so she could help judge if he was being true. So that was why she wasn’t surprised to hear the chime on her door and him step into her office.
“Weyoun…..Six right?” She asked as he stepped inside her office. Please take a seat.” The young counselor said motioning to the many chairs around her room, all there to help make almost anyone more comfortable, that was her job after all help people out and for Starfleet personnel make sure they were still fit for duty. “So It’s nice to meet this version of you. I’m Lieutenant Ezri Dax.” She introduced herself
❝ – YES. SIX. ❞ There’s a bit of a stilted, stifled smile, almost pained in its awkwardness despite the inherent grace of the figure that wields it. Weyoun – defector or not – is, by his very DNA, still a politician. He clasps his hands together, giving a polite nod of his head, the brown heel of his boot muffled as he steps out of the dingy, paneled hallway and into the soft carpet of the waiting room. Soft. It’s not just the carpet, it’s the entire culture of coddling that surrounds these Federation types. Alpha quadrant denizens and their fragile states of mind, so delicate and tumultuous that they need specialized medicine just to deal with their feelings. Unlike the Vorta, who are masters of their emotions, they allow their emotions to master them.
HE HAD initially declined these visits, but was informed this wasn’t for his well being, but for the crews’ peace of mind; Weyoun was not being helped, he was being evaluated. Suffice to say, he cannot blame them for their persistent mistrust. He is a talented liar.
❝ IT’S A pleasure to meet you, too. My apologies for failing to introduce myself earlier … it’s been quite hectic with the work I’ve been assisting with at the security office, ❞ he says pleasantly, ❝ and we are – technically – already acquainted. ❞ He feigns interest in one of the quaint little paintings on the wall. His violet gaze briefly flickers to her, eyes following the winding spots leading up to her short cropped hair. He had known Jadzia Dax, however brief his time was with her. And she had known him – as the Fourth, as the Fifth, as the Seventh, and now the Sixth. ❝ I’d like to … extend my regrets. For any unpleasant matters you dealt with regarding my successor. I was part of the operations team attempting to track you and Commander Worf after you were captured by the Breen. I’m very glad to see that you’re unharmed. ❞
Ezri watched as Weyoun walked into her office and inspected it. She was genuinely curious as to what was going on in his mind. She knew that neither really wanted to be here, but she had a job to do and Starfleet had to make sure that this wasn’t an elaborate disguise.
“Oh no you’re fine, I completely understand the need to help the security office.” She admitted. They both knew that he probably didn’t need this anyway, but formalities were formalities. Her gaze went to the painting that he was looking at, honestly it was just a generic one that Ezri thought would make it more comfortable for people that she had found in storage. “Yeah I guess we have met. I’m sure you know enough about the Trill to know that when joined we get to have the memories and even some personality traits of the previous hosts. I guess that makes us not so different in certain aspects.” Ezri clasped her hands together on her desk as a smile formed on her face. Unfortunately shortly thereafter her smile faltered a bit as the memories were brought fresh to the front of her mind, not just the torture they endured but also the intimate time she had spent with Worf. There was no way Ezri could blame Weyoun for that though, at least not Six.
“Weyoun there’s no need for you to apologize or send regrets for what happened. But thank you, you know at first when you first came here I was wary, but then I got to thinking I wouldn’t want to be judged by the actions of one of the previous Dax hosts, so I shouldn’t judge you. In fact, the fact that you defected from the Dominion, shows what your true character is.” She admitted.
