The summit was starting, and despite all logical conclusions that they may have made, there was still a sinking feeling in the pit of their stomach. They never liked dealing with the Empire. They never liked being confronted with a past that was always looming over them. Yes, they were once complicit in the Empire's deeds, and while some of their tactics had not quite changed, there was still a shame associated with it, a shame that only grew greater as they comprehended more of what the Empire had done.
But they could not just shield themself forever. They had things to attend to, and on a rare day off rotation they decided that they would leave their room and go to the recreational area. Perhaps it might take their mind off of things, or at the very least, it would provide them with some food.
And so, they brushed out their hair and pushed their glasses up their nose. It was illogical to be afraid. And so, any fear that T'lai might have felt was buried deep within their soul -- if such a thing even existed in the Heartless Vulcan.
