KentraDonrav
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Kentra laughed, angrily, "You say you do not coddle and that age matters but if Kenin was a Klingon male she would have been strapped in armour and sent off to fight for the empire or in some House blood war. I was at the burial of my previous hosts' son, he was raised to be like his mother's people and so he joined in a typically stupid Klingon clan war over some antiquated notion of honour and he ended up dead. He was maybe two years older than she is."
"Not coddling put my son... Denax's son in a grave. I watched him being put in a grave, and while if his father had been alive instead of just another part of my memories, he would have been proud I couldn't help but think about how tragic it was that a young boy died."
She fought back tears. This rant had been building since she got on the station, immersed in Klingon culture again, and she realized it wasn't even really about Kenin's dating an older boy, but about a son that wasn't hers that she had had to bury, and whose bet'leth she now used.
She tried to get her stream of words back on topic.
"If you don't coddle then why would you want her to hold back? If she loves an older man and then that is her choice. If he's married than she will have to deal with that, but that's an if and a maybe. If it ends in tears at least that meant it began, and that's worth more than it never starting," she said.
"Did I cry to watch a young Klingon I'd never met, but I remembered fathering, be put into the ground? Yes I did, but do I wish for a moment that he'd never been born? No. So don't try to tell us that because something might end badly it should not be begun."
"That's not a very Klingon way of looking at things," she said and crossed her arms, to keep herself from trying to reach over and hitting the Klingon, which would have surely been against her personal code of pacifism.
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