[He hesitates, nervously, before he speaks again with a visible effort - a translation shield.]
Kararbo.
[Then he speaks again, though in a distinctly different way than he usually does. More... artificial sounding.]
'Dear tree'.
[Now back to normal.] It is... a C-Common Language term of endearment... and, er, one that my father used often. He had an affinity for plants, perhaps... even moreso than the u-usual Terran...
[A sort of sad look, as he recounts this. It's a bittersweet sadness.]
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[He hesitates, nervously, before he speaks again with a visible effort - a translation shield.]
Kararbo.
[Then he speaks again, though in a distinctly different way than he usually does. More... artificial sounding.]
'Dear tree'.
[Now back to normal.] It is... a C-Common Language term of endearment... and, er, one that my father used often. He had an affinity for plants, perhaps... even moreso than the u-usual Terran...
[A sort of sad look, as he recounts this. It's a bittersweet sadness.]