texts: You're not Reman. </s> <s> And I'm not quite human. So what am I? What do you see?  Do you see a life you might have led? Lost youth never to be recaptured? </s> <s> I see a young man trying desperately to deny who he is.
labels: I see an old man, set in his ways, afraid to live without a uniform to prop him up and a Starfleet regulation to tell him what to do. I see the man I will never be.