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What's keeping you awake at night ...
There's a man sitting in bench in the nexus with medium length length sliver hair and hard eyes of a blue-gray hue. He leans forward in the seat with his hands clasped together in front of him. He looks as though he's trying to crack his knuckles, but they won't crack. His fingers are the right shape. Joints in all in the right place, at a glance, but the hands are entirely formed of stain resistant metal.
Zero looks as if he's not looking at his surroundings, but through them and through you too, if you're approaching him. He feels a question like an inch in the back of his mind and it's apparently one that he can't help, but to scratch.
"What's keeping you awake at night?"
Zero looks as if he's not looking at his surroundings, but through them and through you too, if you're approaching him. He feels a question like an inch in the back of his mind and it's apparently one that he can't help, but to scratch.
"What's keeping you awake at night?"
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"I have helped people sleep before." He said it and then realized it might not sound the way he intented. It was still a genuine offer. "I spend the nights working now. I appreciate not being alone, usually."
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He also didn't really know this man. The impression he had was that this was nice enough, but Zero wasn't quite ready to extend that level of trust.
"And how would you go about doing that?"
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"I can do pressure therapy for relaxation." Before he went on his posture turned nervous. "I am learning other techniques now that I am being weaned off of the Ministry drugs."
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Does he sound like he means that? Perhaps. It doesn't sound overly cynical, but he doesn't exactly sound convinced either.
To some degree he's projecting. At one point in his life, Zero had been living his own version of whatever qualified as a peaceful existence in Night City and he'd ended up being pushed into violence. Now it feels like all he knows anymore.
He had found his was to do some good, now and then, but he was under no pretense that it made up for the wrong that he'd done. He was just ... surviving. As everyone had to find their way to do.
"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think it will address the problem."
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He can't resist asking. "What is the problem?"
The longer he spent around others and off the medication the more Dominic genuinely wanted to help others. In some world, less apocalyptic than his, he might have been a compassionate doctor or found disease cures rather than what the Ministry had instructed him to undertake.
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The problem was that when he didn't have a task to accomplish or looking after Marcus to distract him, he ultimately didn't like where his mind settled. Didn't like the person he spent the last six or so decades becoming. There was no amount of acupressure that was going to change any of that. Even mental health therapy wasn't expansive enough for anyone but the most rich to indulge in.
"I've been through a lot of things I'd rather forget and when I settle down for the night it feels like it all comes back to me." He paused and then added, "I'm sure I'm not the only one."
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The Ministry feared them enough to subdue his to the point he had no knowledge. Realizing others might fear his Empathy was easy to understand, even more so why he shouldn't reveal that to everyone. "I have done things that have fixed the few pieces of my past that I didn't like."