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Oct. 7th, 2017 01:21 pmThen maybe you’re right. Maybe you do belong out there.
Those words had hurt him, stronger than he would have anticipated. Coming from her of all people…it gave him all the more reason to doubt his place in the world of humanoids.
He found his gaze wandering from the door where Kira had just exited, to the window where the stars spoke of a great beyond.
After meeting his people, and experiencing the link, he had more or less embraced his true nature and the joys it could bring. A moment ago he was almost certain he wanted to go with Laas and search the universe for the others...
...But now, after hearing those words from Kira, and watching her turn her back to him, the desire to be one of them – a solid – was rising to the surface once again. It would be much easier to choose to stay. To stay with the woman he loved.
It was nearing time to regenerate, but Odo hesitated to release his current shape – the shape of the man that Kira Nerys had fallen in love with. Would she still love him, he wondered, if he could never take this form again? If he were something else entirely? Could a humanoid love a rock, tree, or for that matter, a gelatinous liquid, in the same way?
He did not know – or want to know.
As he stood there, unmoving, the strain and fatigue of holding a shape for more nearly sixteen hours was starting to sink in. Still, he did not release. This was a “game” he had often played when he was still developing in Dr. Mora's lab – pretending that if he could keep humanoid form long enough, it would become permanent.
He recalled something that Chief O’Brian had once said to his daughter; If you keep making that face it will stick that way. If only it were that easy.
At sixteen hours and twenty seven minutes, the change began. His natural state leaked through the pores of his mimicked skin, giving him the appearance of being covered in sweat. Keeping his vision fixed on the stars, he tried harder to pull himself in.
Suddenly, the wormhole opened with a flash outside the window, startling him and breaking his concentration. A torrent of self broke out of his shape and splooshed to the floor of his quarters. Odo gave in to the relief of it despite himself. This is what and who he was.
Kira’s words still echoed in his mind.
Those words had hurt him, stronger than he would have anticipated. Coming from her of all people…it gave him all the more reason to doubt his place in the world of humanoids.
He found his gaze wandering from the door where Kira had just exited, to the window where the stars spoke of a great beyond.
After meeting his people, and experiencing the link, he had more or less embraced his true nature and the joys it could bring. A moment ago he was almost certain he wanted to go with Laas and search the universe for the others...
...But now, after hearing those words from Kira, and watching her turn her back to him, the desire to be one of them – a solid – was rising to the surface once again. It would be much easier to choose to stay. To stay with the woman he loved.
It was nearing time to regenerate, but Odo hesitated to release his current shape – the shape of the man that Kira Nerys had fallen in love with. Would she still love him, he wondered, if he could never take this form again? If he were something else entirely? Could a humanoid love a rock, tree, or for that matter, a gelatinous liquid, in the same way?
He did not know – or want to know.
As he stood there, unmoving, the strain and fatigue of holding a shape for more nearly sixteen hours was starting to sink in. Still, he did not release. This was a “game” he had often played when he was still developing in Dr. Mora's lab – pretending that if he could keep humanoid form long enough, it would become permanent.
He recalled something that Chief O’Brian had once said to his daughter; If you keep making that face it will stick that way. If only it were that easy.
At sixteen hours and twenty seven minutes, the change began. His natural state leaked through the pores of his mimicked skin, giving him the appearance of being covered in sweat. Keeping his vision fixed on the stars, he tried harder to pull himself in.
Suddenly, the wormhole opened with a flash outside the window, startling him and breaking his concentration. A torrent of self broke out of his shape and splooshed to the floor of his quarters. Odo gave in to the relief of it despite himself. This is what and who he was.
Kira’s words still echoed in his mind.