Psylocke had done the same with Tara, glancing up at her occasionally, and trying not to make eye contact. After her question Psy coughed on her tea. "Excuse me?" Tara laughed a bit as Psylocke choked on her tea. It was unexpected from such a simple question. Tara wondered why it would elicit such a drastic emotion. Indeed the red Guard trainee had something on her mind. Chuckling Tara handed the woman an extra napkin. Psylocke accepted it, wiped her mouth, and coughed a few times. "The question is straight forward," Tara stated, her voice warm and friendly, "What do you want?" Psylocke stared at her with a puzzled look, as if Tara had asked her a morbid question. "I'd like to know why your friend here hasn't even introduced himself." Tara glanced at Topaz. He nodded, "It is generally not necessary for me to introduce myself, for the most part it is unnecessary. Since you have asked, I am Topaz, I am Ms. Alderson's protection. Psylocke grinned slyly. "Pleasure to meet you." Topaz nodded once more, "Likewise." Tara listened quietly to the brief exchange, then once it was over smiled and pressed the question once more, "So what is that you want Psylocke?" Psylocke's eyes narrowed. "Out of life or for desert?" Tara chucked, "Why do you avoid the question? You know what I mean. Is it that difficult for you?" "Yes. To be perfectly frank. It is. And I don't think it's any of your business to be asking such a question of a person you don't even know." Tara listened very closely to how and what the Captain said and to what she had not said, "Interesting that life is such a difficulty for you..and yes you did invite this question by sharing your innermost concerns and confusion with me...You have also already shared that there is far more on your mind than a union between my grandfather and the Princess Azarra." Psylocke leaned back. "You're good." Tara shrugged, "It's not about my being good..it's about what you want." Psylocke dropped her slyness. "You're only the second person to ever ask me that." In a softer tone, "And who was the first?" Psylocke looked away. "Probably no one you know." Tara shrugged still looking at Psylocke directly, "Don't assume those whom I know and those whom I do not, you might be surprised...try me." Psylocke cursed internally, pausing for a moment, contemplating what to say to satisfy the woman across from her without giving it away. "Just...a guy. Friend of mine." Tara raised an eyebrow at yet another avoidance, "Just...a guy. Friend." Psylocke recognized the underlying sense of question because of *how* she said it. Psylocke rested her head in one hand and glared at Tara, frustrated. "Can we just drop this, please?" Tara nodded, "If you shall answer what it is you want." "I'm not sure what I want." Psylocke could feel the cold tingle of depression crawling up her arms. "No one ever really asks me." "Why does someone have to ask you? Is your identity, your...desires and wishes wrapped up in someone else?" "That always seems to be the problem. I'm always associated with other people. It's like I don't have my own identity." Psylocke's response was almost instantaneous. Tara smiled supportively, "That I can understand..My life is not my own either...but still there must surely be something you have wanted...something you desire to grow to...a goal...you have yet to simply find it." "I suppose so." Realizing that she may have to try another tact with the woman Tara offered up another question, "So what did you tell this 'friend' of yours?" Psylocke suddenly snaps back in her seat, as if coming back to reality. "Can you just drop it, please?" "Why?" Tara retorted, "You don't want to know yourself? Or do you LIKE being identified by others?" "It's not that," she said firmly. "I just don't wish to talk to you about it." Tara relaxed, "And why is that?" "I just don't! Okay?" Tara simply watched her. "I don't even know you." "What would you like to know?"
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