She just shrugged with a small smile. "It's a gift and a curse," she said nonchallantly. "When your young and you spout off such introspective things other children tend to shy away from you, think you're wierd. But when you're older? That's when its a benefit." It was from experience that she said this. Listening to his tale.
It made sense. These things happened between children all the time on earth. But on Vulcan. "Children by nature can be cruel, Commander," she said in a rather gentle tone. "It doesn't matter if they're from Earth, or Vulcan or even Andor, children by their nature poke or mock or even sometimes hate things that are different. They need it to make themselves feel bigger, sometimes its just them trying to figure things out," she sighed. "But its the same on any planet." she shook her head. "In any system it'll always be the same..."
She looked and saw the scar he was talking about. IT was well healed and rather faded, but if you knew that it was there yuo could see it.
"Emotion is..." she paused trying to find the right words. "Emotion is a tricky thing. While they can be viewed as a weakness others see them as a strength. It's true that living with open emotions can sometimes be very difficult, but living without them - for a human I mean - can often lead to a void where something should be. Human emotions, on a very basic level were survival instincts - things like fear. In some cases, as I've seen with my study of Vulcan history, the idea of purging emotions in order to find complete logic was a choice brought out of a culture at war with one another with primal emotional urges, it's in the texts...although you need to be very careful who you tell that youv'e seen bits and pieces," she said with an embarrised look. It had been part of her study at the academy nad the professor had brought it in for the class. "But even if emotional displays are seen as a weakness, the fact of the matter is that having them - despite the pressures that are there, is a sign of strength. You can never fully separate yourself from these things. And it isn't a bad thing."
She realized that she was sort of rambling, even it if had made sense and she was slielt for a few minutes, before he commented again.
"Yeah," she laughed worrying that this would be awkward now. She really had to learn to pay attention to what she said sometimes. "So were mom and dad," she laughed. "We're a really tight knit group," she smiked. "You know how wolves travel in packs? Well they're my pack," the analogy worked. "If one of us is in danger we all tend to come running. It's strange but it works." She smiled softly looking down at her hands. "And I really don't know what I'd do without them. They're my rock. They grounded me through just about everything..."