*Looks at the warrant on a screen*

Damn.

<< Ahh, I see. Cloning technology? >>

<< Pass on your symbiont? Are you suggesting we reassociate? >>

<< What?! Is there anything I can do? >>

<< Vargus >>

<< I’d say so >>

<< I’m sorry… >>

<< Right, makes sense… I’m sorry. Their names were Tolin and Nadiya. They were good, kind. Scholars and historians. They believed in the Federation wholeheartedly.

I… lost them in the Borg invasion of 2381. >>

<< Oh… what would you like to know? >>

<< Fair enough I suppose.

They’re doing well, we’re safe. >>

<< Mala? How did you find me? >>

For now though, this is goodbye.

Commander Mala Brak, signing of}

I’m sorry I ever looked away while you were brainwashed and used by 31. I hope you can find peace.

And finally, Mala.

My other self.

I love you. I know it only makes sense to a select few, but I love you. And it breaks my heart that I had to leave you like this.

I hope I’ll see you again.

+

My condolences on the loss of Airiam.

Doctor Bashir, while I can never forgive you for murdering Luther, you didn’t deserve to lose your friend Sarina when you made your own effort to stop Control. I’m sorry that we never listened to you.

Captain Kirk, Commander Leeta ->

I’m sorry for everything you’ve suffered, and I hope you’ll be free from 31 someday. And Intendant, thanks for the lesson on self love.

Captain Burnham, I want to apologize on behalf of Section 31 that we didn’t let your old ghosts rest. I hope this time you can end Control for good. ->

pay for my crimes, I’d want it to be under your watch.

Major Ro, you’re damn good at what you do. 31’s actually wanted to recruit you for years, but it was decided you were too ideologically opposed to what we do. Keep your strength, keep fighting.

Intendant Kira and First Clerk Leeta, ->

again, so Normus had to come with me. I know he had a good career in Starfleet, I’m sorry to those who knew him.

Captain Kira, I want you to know that I haven’t been kidnapped and that I still respect you, regardless of our history together. I thank you for your kindness, and if I could afford to+

I need to go into the shadows, and I can’t afford to be found.

Mala, do not try to track this transmission, and if you do, don’t share it with Starfleet, or the Intendant. Handing 31 targets grouped together in a convenient spot will only get people hurt.

I refuse to be separated from my son ->

It must be enough.