



Stamets. I’m sorry. Words… words are not enough, and I know that… but I am.
My freedom then, you would take that from me. Confine me to a prison cell.
You died in my kitchen, Alana, when you chose to be brave. Every moment since is borrowed.
Your link to the Solids won’t last. You will always be an outsider.
You have to do it. Give the order. You have to wipe them out.
Please, sir. I no longer have my pips, but I’m still Starfleet. Don’t force me to slaughter this coalition of hope.
Goodbye.
I can’t blame those men for the way they reacted. Earth has survived a horrific attack. It will take time for the trauma to heal.
Polite society normally places such a taboo on taking a life.
I know you do. If I were in your position I’d probably be just as ready to throw everything away for the person I love. But I would also want to be sure that I was ready to pay the price.
I still dream about Abigail.