Captain Picard feels stabbed to his heart at her words, but he endeavors not to let it show. The experiences she's recounting, the stardate — no, she is right about one thing. None of this is right.
He must school his expression, and though he stands tall his fists clench at his sides. Tasha Yar always was an immaculate officer, disciplined, well-trained, thoughtful, thorough. Echoes of her past did not often come up, and when they did it was his responsibility to temper them with compassion. She has made a request of him, and he would not deny her the answer she seeks.
"Lieutenant Yar," he begins with the same softness he used earlier when calling her Tasha. "I'm afraid the stardate is 44046.7. You have not been aboard the Enterprise for more than two years."
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He must school his expression, and though he stands tall his fists clench at his sides. Tasha Yar always was an immaculate officer, disciplined, well-trained, thoughtful, thorough. Echoes of her past did not often come up, and when they did it was his responsibility to temper them with compassion. She has made a request of him, and he would not deny her the answer she seeks.
"Lieutenant Yar," he begins with the same softness he used earlier when calling her Tasha. "I'm afraid the stardate is 44046.7. You have not been aboard the Enterprise for more than two years."