What's keeping you awake at night ...

[netrunnerzero]

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?"

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[netrunnerzero]

Zero shrugged.

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."

[ministryproject5]

"I don't have that experience but my partner has nightmares and worries." People had told him he might eventually start having nightmares but, as of yet, he hadn't had any. Dominic wondered if that was part of his mind that was still silent or mostly so."I have skills that I use to help but I've been told most people aren't comfortable with those skills."

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."

[netrunnerzero]

"I'd say most people are more comfortable with treatments for their physical ailments then their mental ones."

And in that regard, he supposed, he wasn't more enlightened than the 'most people' he was referring to. He wasn't eager for anyone tinkering in his head mechanically or emotionally. You had to be more trusting than he was now.

He'd seen trust repaid with unkindness way more often in the crumbling society that he came from. In the furthest edges of his memories he could remember a more civil time, but more from the way the people were nostalgic for it and the way the media that you could still find was portraying this time. Truly, he was to young to have appreciated the peace of those years.

"I wish I felt like I could fix anything that was meaningful." He said with a huff of a laugh. "I do find my way to give, but I don't think it measures the same way I've subtracted."