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Picard nodded, his expression neutral. Whatever they might have wanted as individuals seemed unlikely to be met if they had been assimilated, which seemed likely under the circumstances. Their daughter would have grown up Borg, and she was not individual again. It was such a very different way of living, but it seemed, as best Picard could tell that she had made the transition well enough.
"It is very different not knowing what someone is thinking or feeling in the interim isn't it?" Picard looked over sympathetically. "There is an entirely different skillset necessary in learning to work in events like these - something you would not have needed among the Borg. You seem to be adjusting however, even if it is something that is not a preference."