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He’s terrified. He’s not whole. He’s never going to be whole. He can’t face it again. Vic needs him in a way that’s safe. All he wants is what’s safe. When he dreams, he sees the faces of Jem’Hadar, hears the sound of phaser rifles, smells the smoke of ionized flesh. He sees the explosive, even before it appears. He can’t stop it. He needs to stop it. He needs to be what he was. Ezri wants him to be what he was becoming as a Starfleet officer. He’s terrified. He doesn’t know what tomorrow will bring, out there, but in here, it’s safe. In here, he doesn’t have to become anything.