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Raffi has been in isolation for so long that she’s forgotten how quickly news travels. She learns about the funeral on the way to rendezvous with Picard’s crew, learns about the other events from idle conversation in the turbolift.
She’s loitering in the hallway when Ensign La Forge grabs her elbow and yanks her into the fold.
You’re one of us . We’re in this together.
Seven is always the first person Raffi sees, in any room. Formal, strong, she meets Raffi’s eyes, looks away, then back.
And Raffi sees . Turmoil. A confession. Because Seven lets her.
Raffi will never tell.