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He enjoyed watching a lively debate, especially between those two. The captain’s eyes always seemed to flash with vigor and excitement whenever she had discussions like that with Seven, and it was the only time he ever saw Seven so fully engaged in something that she stopped noticing anything else around her. He’d learned that the hard way when he accidentally startled her by refilling Captain Janeway’s coffee cup one time when they were debating. Confidentially, he thought he was going to lose an arm, she was so startled. He really thought she’d seen him, but he has since learned when to say something before stepping within Seven’s expansive reach.

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He truly saw it whenever Seven was in the same room with Captain Janeway. There was a quiet knowledge amongst the crew that the two women were connected. The crew stood in the metaphorical shadows and observed closely trying to figure out what that connection was. Was it good? Was it healthy? Was it bad? Was it obsessive? It was hard to tell. They all recognized it was more than mentor/protégé. It was nothing like a mother/daughter relationship, yet it was sometimes only slightly less than arch nemeses. Their whole relationship, in at least the public eye, was a paradox of softness and sympathy juxtaposed with anger and antagonism, but, at the base of their interactions were always the two of them circling each other as if they were the center of a binary star system in which they never actually left each other, never really disconnected, yet never really came together nor drifted apart, and the crew was left as fragments of cosmic dust and clutter to orbit their gravitational forces until they either fell into each other and exploded or died out as diametrically opposed bodies.

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