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Nothing has prepared me for this moment.
He stands in front of me, phaser drawn, and I'm immediately drawn in. He towers over me, but I know I can trust him. He threatens Tom Paris, I step in his way and try to ignore our close proximity. He gazes at me with soft eyes, and I don't see anger or hatred, but respect, and curiosity. I break away from his gaze, but I still feel his presence near me.
I think I could learn to like this man.
Too bad I have to haul him to Earth in the Brig.