Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.
We all have a purpose in this world, and it’s our lot in life to wait for the cosmos to reveal what that is.
You can’t run from the world. You can’t hide from it. But you can find power and purpose. A chance to survive the horror.[to Ciri]
From my youth on Vulcan, I was raised to believe that service was my purpose. And I carried that conviction to Starfleet. I dreamed of a day when I would command my own vessel, and further the noble objectives of this great institution. That dream is over. The only ship I know in ruins. My crew… gone. My captain… my friend. I wanted to protect them from war, from the enemy. And now we are at war and I am the enemy.