I think you've let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. Damage report! Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. What? We're not at all alike! Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp.

I'll alert the crew. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Travel time to the nearest starbase? You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. Wouldn't that bring about chaos? We have a saboteur aboard.

I'll be sure to note that in my log. I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. Minor update.