"What is it, Max?"
Maxsodin shuffled awkwardly, taking a deep breath. "I uh, I..."
Nexan looked up. "Yes?"
Maxsodin dropped her eyes. "I can't... control... stuff..."
Nexan became concerned. "What kind of 'stuff'?"
Maxsodin hugged herself uncomfortably. "Actions and well... everything..."
She looked up. "It's like I fall asleep inside myself and then dream that I continue to live my life. Except that the 'dream' is real, and I don't have control over what happens! I don't even realize that I'm not in control, either. I think I'm in control, and I think the dream is what I'm really doing, but it's not. I'm not in control. And I'm not aware of it either."
Nexan looked Max up and down. "But you're in control now."
"Well yeah..." Again, she stared at her feet. "But it took a really rash action for me to realize I wasn't in control and to regain it."
Nexan raised an eyebrow, half amused, half worried. "Rash action?"
Her face reddened deeply. "When Braxyd woke up, well.... I, um..."
"Kissed him?" A cruel, amused smile spread on Nexan's face.
Maxsodin pounded her fist on the wall in frustration.
Nexan patted her shoulder. "Go cool down, Max. I'll talk to Xahnan and Xahssa. I'm sure they'll figure out how to help."
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