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Date: 2018-01-08 03:23 am (UTC)Re Valeris: Your turn of phrase puts an *accurate* point on things, oof. She deserves better, and so she'll get, at least in this particular fic!
Re Sonak: I do wonder. Poor dear man. Part of me would like to know more about him, and part of me would really rather not, because... well, ending, but also because of the very real possibility of the headcanon personality I've already constructed for him getting thoroughly Jossed. In my head, he's developed into someone not unlike Tuvock; logical as only a Vulcan science officer can be, but not kolinaaru (and the emotions he reins in so tightly do show, if you know him), and not without a willingness to bend a little in personal or professional contexts. Whether or not he'll admit to the willingness in quite those words is another story. And a skilled singer, which is another direct reference forward to Tuvock. I can imagine him with an aesthetic appreciation of the visual arts, poetry, music. Hmm.
Re: that ending, and Sonak: There's always Timeheart?