Dax stepped away—only to pause. She looked back, guarded. “My people know more about starting over than you could imagine,” she said. “There’s no pain in it. Only excitement. Adventure. The chance to live life again, as someone else. But you’re not living it as someone else. You’re trying to be the same person you were in a place that’s not meant for her—and it’s going to eat you up.” I’ll be the judge of that, Georgiou thought.
