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Ezri’s “resigning”… she’s “not the old man”…
Click!— Ben recalls a trigger phrase Curzon gave him, applicable to any future host who pulled this kinda shit. “Trust me,” he’d said (that devil), “they’ll change their tune.”
“Well, if you’re leaving Starfleet, you could… lessee… tend the symbiont pools? Spend your life underground where it’s dark, and quiet…” – he drops the words along with his voice – “…stirring mud…”
Must’ve blinked ‘cause now she’s in his lap, eyes big and soft and wet and she’s mewling “I’m sorry, Daddy!” and boy’ll there be trouble when he drops the release phrase “…my pet…”