She contemplated the strange experience of being split, her DNA divided between two heritages. All her life called hybrid, half-breed, mongrel, and mutt; always a misfit, human wanna-be, ashamed to be Klingon. They split her apart; wasn't it everything she had always wanted? In her mind she saw them, the Klingon was strong; the human weak - she recognized neither. In the mirror she traced the ridges to the smoothness of her human face, both strong and proud. What she saw before her was woman, warrior, and lover, capable, strong.
"I am B'Elanna Torres." Smiling, the
realization made her proud.
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