This might just win the prize for craziest thing to happen to him since the Eureka Maru pulled him out of the black hole.
Dylan rubs a hand across the back of his head.
"A long time ago. The Commonwealth lasted for five and a half thousand years, and the Vedran Empire thousands of years before that," he says, hating that it's so easy now to talk about the Commonwealth in the past tense when once it had been his world.
But he listens, and when his hand drops back to the table, he intertwines his fingers again, a little tighter than really necessary.
Because he can see what Trance meant if she told Lieutenant Bashir that the Federation sounded like the Commonwealth. Because Bashir, talking about the Enterprise, and Starfleet's mission, sounds like nothing so much as what he used to do aboard the Andromeda Ascendant before the black hole tore his world away from him.
"I don't know how much Trance told you about the Andromeda or the Commonwealth," he says, "but your Starfleet sounds like the High Guard."
And he's here and that's now. Dylan has to fight to keep his expression from showing too much, so he smiles, instead. Because that's so much easier.
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This might just win the prize for craziest thing to happen to him since the Eureka Maru pulled him out of the black hole.
Dylan rubs a hand across the back of his head.
"A long time ago. The Commonwealth lasted for five and a half thousand years, and the Vedran Empire thousands of years before that," he says, hating that it's so easy now to talk about the Commonwealth in the past tense when once it had been his world.
But he listens, and when his hand drops back to the table, he intertwines his fingers again, a little tighter than really necessary.
Because he can see what Trance meant if she told Lieutenant Bashir that the Federation sounded like the Commonwealth. Because Bashir, talking about the Enterprise, and Starfleet's mission, sounds like nothing so much as what he used to do aboard the Andromeda Ascendant before the black hole tore his world away from him.
"I don't know how much Trance told you about the Andromeda or the Commonwealth," he says, "but your Starfleet sounds like the High Guard."
And he's here and that's now. Dylan has to fight to keep his expression from showing too much, so he smiles, instead. Because that's so much easier.