Ensign Imril - Last Minute Panic
Chris Taylor
((Counselor’s Office - Deck 7, USS Artemis-A))
The counselor nodded once more.
Vhysa’lia: Well… I think that’s understandable, as you did intend to hurt her, and apparently did. It’s not something that should be done lightly, which I can see that you recognize now. ::beat:: I would hope that she accepts the apology, but being forgiven for the hurt caused isn’t a guarantee, which you should be prepared for.
Imril nodded grimly.
Vhysa’lia: It sounds like you’re still able to get along professionally, which is a good sign. And being able to take responsibility for your actions is important, and a good step towards hopefully counter-acting impulses like these in the future.
Imril: ::shaking their head:: There’s knowing and there’s doing.
Vhysa’lia: ::nodding:: If you’d like, I can give you a few “homework” exercises, things to practice between now and the next time we meet, that might be helpful? ::beat:: They’re predominantly focused on helping you to recognize situations that cause you distress, and then strategizing healthier ways to react to said situations.
Words that heralded the end of the session. And yet, Imril felt like they had hardly begun. The rest of what they came to say poured from their mouth in paranoid gasps.
Imril: I can only hope they help. Because it’s not going to stop, is it?
Vhysa’lia: response
Imril: I ‘ve read up on enough Starfleet ships and stations to know that getting kidnapped, hijacked, and thrown into alien prisons on phony charges is a pretty regular occurrence in this line of work. For a start.
Vhysa’lia: response
Imril: After I left Bactrica, I told myself I’d neve let myself be caged like that again. But then Frontier Day happened. And then the Meirashi. And now Evreste. Feeling that vice closing in around me, it’s just a matter of when not if it happens again. Next time, it could be Vulcan logic extremists, or Mirror Universe psychos, or a couple of petty thieves who need hostages. Or roll the dice and see what happens. ::Hands shaking:: There’s a Q who likes to suck members of this crew specifically into petty games. How crazy is that? ::Points a finger to an imaginary ticket booth:: Go get in line to bother Admiral Picard and leave the rest of us alone!
They laughed weakly at a bad joke. An equally small smile didn't meet their eyes. Their cheeks were wet from tears.
Vhysa’lia: response
They slumped down in their seat, hands collapsing atop their lap. Defeated by circumstance.
Imril: It’s not ever going to stop. So I have to change how I respond to it.
Vhysa’lia: response
Tags/TBC :)
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12