// Vaguely semi plotted starter for @constable (Guardian)
Founder Odo had departed some weeks ago, and the rhythm of life on the ship had changed considerably since then.
Weyoun had probably taken it the hardest. Vanath, responsible and watchful as always, had spent a week making sure he wasn't going to self-terminate, with only minimal breaks for meals and sleep. A Blessed Attendant bond was hard to break. His mood, circadian rhythm, appetite, and ability to focus had all been severely reduced during that time, and although Vanath had dutifully and compassionately dealt with the worst symptoms through therapeutic reconditioning, he still felt like a shadow of his former self without Odo present.
Rivan, now at the beginning of his second iteration and a Blessed Attendant to the beloved Sage he served, had observed his former Field Mentor closely. It was Weyoun who had taught him what it meant to be an Attendant— the sacred responsibility of being both companion and servant, the boundless faith that transcended and superseded mere obedience. When he was upset or afraid, Weyoun had soothed him. When he'd had night terrors, a problem to which his first iteration was unfortunately prone, Weyoun had been the one to sit with him and hold his hand and reassure him that he was completely safe.
This was very clearly not the Weyoun he knew. This was a shambling corpse that happened to kind of look and sound like Weyoun, but possessed none of the same light behind his eyes. Sure, he performed his duties well, but there was very little true love or devotion behind the action. He seemed to only have two emotions: apathy, and fear. And if he was going to help his mentor at all, Rivan needed some kind of divine intervention.
He prostrated himself before the Founder, silently hoping that the added deference would serve to get their attention and drive home just how much their guidance in this matter was needed.
"One would beg audience, Founder, if it is permitted."