On Wed, 25 Jul 2001, Sera Goto wrote:
> >> Once he left Sam said, "Ok, wasn't that pleasant....." returning
> >to a more relaxed state. "So, what do you want to do? I mean now that
> >the proverbial cat is out of the bag. I know who you are and you know who
> >I am. It does not look as if this relationship of ours is going to be good
> >for us. At least not professionally." He stopped to collect his thoughts
> >and for her to form some of her own.
> >
> > "But that is not to say that I want to stop seeing you. I have
> >really enjoyed our time together dancing, joking, and .... playing
> >around." he said genuinely.
> >
>
> Humans. This was when humans and Venasians showed their age differences.
> "You're a hopeless romantic, aren't you?" she said, sitting down, "Don't you
> realize who I am? I am everything Starfleet - and human society in general
> - has taught you not to be. You stand to lose a lot more than I do. What
> do you think we can do?"
>
"We can be our own people. My mother hated the fleet. My father
loved it. I am their son, and that means that I make up my own mind. Our
situation put another way, your life is yours and mine is mine. Our
relationship is young and there is not any baggage or long term
commitments. Let's just take things as they are. Move forward slowly,
doing what we have been doing. If things get to the point where we want
to take another step then we do that. If things do not work out, then
they do not work out. Just like any other relationship. That is if you
are willing. The hell with Admiral Garibaldi and Admiral Lasiter."
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