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[prez_tentacle]

WHO: Solidus, Hera (open)
WHERE: Holodeck
WHAT: Target practice and child traumatization at the same time.

Solidus was rapidly discovering that Hera was quite the little trooper. She had adjusted better than any toddler could be expected to considering the circumstances. It was almost as though she had done all this before, or something like it.

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[hybrid_hera]

Hera sat quietly and listened to what Boss had to say. Watching him carefully as he demonstrated the weapon. Finally a question occurred to her. "Natural?"

[prez_tentacle]

"Er..." Solidus turned away from the range for a moment, considering how to explain the nature-nurture debate to a toddler. "Some people believe that people who are good at things are born that way." And then waste their lives in an obsessive quest to overcome their own inaccurate conception of genetics while refusing to wear a shirt, he thought sourly. "Other people think we are good at what we choose to be, and can be taught different things." And rebel against their own history, their own inheritance, bring down their own fathers. "I believe both these things can be true. You have natural talents, Hera," he pointed at her. "With help and teaching, those talents will become stronger."

[hybrid_hera]

She nodded her head. It sounded a lot like the things Leoben, and D'anna had told her. "I'm special." she said though there was a hint of a question in the statement.

[prez_tentacle]

He nodded, glad she understood. He'd been told that he talked too much, but clearly if a toddler could grasp what he was saying there was no problem. "That's right. But you can choose your own life as well." He turned back to the range and blew the head off a cardboard target. "You can only choose if you are strong, though," he growled. "If you are weak, others will choose for you, and that is wrong."

[hybrid_hera]

She cocked her head and stared at him for a moment before asking another question. "Were you strong?"

[prez_tentacle]

His next shot went wild, zipping straight past the target and burying itself in the wall. Solidus stared at it for a moment, then sighed. He had to answer honestly. "Not strong enough," he said, turning back to her. "Not so far. But that can chance, Hera." He made a fist. "That will change."

[hybrid_hera]

"Be okay." she said calmly. The statement carried the weight of a proclamation.