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seven of nine (borg) wrote in toboldlyrpg,

She felt emotions, yes, but it had been eighteen years since she was last able to perceive them, nevermind understand their context. Perhaps if she regarded the world from a more human point of view, the way she felt about things would be the same — but she didn't, and likely never truly would. Seven had simply been a drone for far too long.

Reluctantly, she sat in the offered chair. Although she was not as unaccustomed to sitting as she once was, she still preferred to stand.

"It was not my choice to be separated from the Collective," she said, unwilling to name any names, though she wasn't quite over feeling some measure of resentment towards Captain Janeway for making all these decisions for her. "And that is not a story that I am willing to share with you, but I am not as... gung-ho as they say, to embrace humanity and tire of everyone's insistence that I do."

Colloquialisms. Most of them flew right over her head, but every now and then, she picked up on a few choice ones that were explained to her and filed them away for (potential) later use.