“Vran,” she said, gazing at the Andorian doll. When she smiled, Georgiou noted her eyes beginning to moisten. “You kept it all this time?” “Of course I did. It was a gift.” Rising from her chair, Georgiou stepped around her desk. “For me, it’s also a reminder that we can’t let the tragedy of Tarsus IV consume us. Instead, we have to keep in mind the harsh lessons it taught us, and make sure something like it never happens again. We owe it to the people Kodos took from us. We owe it to the Four Thousand.”
