On the one hand: how wonderful, that she'd had that kind of relationship with a parent. On the other hand… also sounded terribly lonely.

What had he wanted to be… there was no honest answer to that. He'd been a soldier. He didn't want things for himself. And he hadn't expected to grow up.

Sward's answer, though, was easy. "An admiral of my own ship." Boring answer, anyway. "What kind of holos do you like?"