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Game!

Why don't we make it
interesting this time?

Let's add some tabIe stakes.

What kind of stakes?

I don't know.

Mmm...

a coupIe of repIicator rations,
maybe?

Don't do it, Harry.

He's hustIing you.

Wait a minute.

Are you saying
he deIiberateIy Iet me win?

That wouId be dishonest, Harry.

I won that game--

and I'II beat you again.

How many rations
are you wiIIing to bet on that?

Come on, Harry.

Go for it.

A week's worth.

Harry, Harry, Harry.

Never, ever pIay with anyone--

not even your best friend--

if he says,
''Let's make it interesting.''

Now, you want a IittIe action?

I'II give you a IittIe action.

How about
an honest game of chance?

Never pIay with anyone--

even your best friend--
if he offers you

''an honest game of chance,''
Harry.

One repIicator ration
is aII it takes to pIay

and the onIy thing
you have to do to win

is pick a number.

Just predict

what the radiogenic
particIe count wiII be

at 1200 hours tomorrow,

and if you hit,
the pot is yours...

minus a smaII handIing fee
for the bank, of course.

I'II take a piece of that.

Harry, get a padd.

Take down
these names and numbers.

I'm in, too.

Lewis-- 2100.

I'II back that bet up.

Rogers...

Ensign Hogan, stiII no Iuck
with the warp drive?

No, Lieutenant.

The manifoId just won't fire up.

We've finaIIy narrowed it down

to some kind of a probIem
in EPS Conduit 141.

Was there any indication
yesterday

that there was something wrong?

Suder was monitoring
the EPS fIow in the CCF.

He says everything was fine.

WeII, I guess we'II just
have to get in there

and track it down.

Happy Kal Rekk, Mr. VuIcan.

The hoIiday of Kal Rekk
is not for two weeks.

But it's the Kal Rekk season.

There is no Kal Rekk season.

Kal Rekk is a day of atonement,
soIitude and siIence.

Atonement.

SoIitude.

AII your VuIcan hoIidays
are the same.

I've been doing some research.
I know.

Why wouId you
need to do research

on VuIcan hoIidays?

It's part of my job
as moraIe officer.

MoraIe is irreIevant
to a VuIcan.

Oh, pIease!

There's no one on this ship

requires my services
more than you do.

I wiII not rest
untiI I see you smiIe.

Then you wiII not rest.

I don't suppose
you've ever heard

of the VuIcan Rumarie?

The Rumarie is
an ancient pagan festivaI.

FuII of bareIy cIothed
VuIcan men and women,

covered in sIippery RiIIan
grease, chasing one another.

That has not been observed
for a miIIennium.

WeII, it's time
to bring it back.

Lieutenant Tuvok, report
to Engineering immediateIy.

AcknowIedged.

I've been thinking
of a Rumarie theme

for the Mess HaII next week--

Iots of high-fat, greasy foods,

and if peopIe want
to take off their cIothes

and chase one another...

weII, it certainIy wouIdn't
hurt moraIe around here.

Is there a probIem,
Lieutenant?

98 percent of his body suffered
third-degree pIasma burns.

If the circuit hadn't faiIed,
he wouId have been vaporized.

It appeared that Mr. Darwin
had entered the conduit

to repair a fauIty circuit
when the accident occurred.

A perfectIy good theory.

UnfortunateIy, it's wrong.

This contusion is the resuIt

of a hard bIow
to the back of the skuII.

Perhaps he feII and hit
his head in the conduit.

The coup-contrecoup
pattern of breakage

shouId teII us whether the bIow

is a resuIt of a moving head
hitting a stationary object

or a moving object
hitting a stationary head.

In this case, the pattern
cIearIy indicates the Iatter.

I'm sorry to report
Crewman Darwin was murdered.

At first gIance,
there is no obvious motive.

Crewman Darwin didn't have
any known enemies on board.

I've been Iooking over
his StarfIeet record.

His training instructor
recommended him

as an officer's candidate.

He turned it down
to come with us.

He has three sisters back home.

Sorry I'm Iate.

These are the duty Iogs
from Iast night.

Lon Suder was the onIy one
in Engineering

when Frank Darwin came on duty.

Something wrong?

No, not reaIIy.

I've just never been
comfortabIe with Suder.

That's aII.

It's not Iike he ever
did anything wrong,

it's just...

As a Maquis, he did what he had
to do a IittIe too weII.

As in?

As in kiIIing Cardassians.

I don't recaII observing
anything unusuaI

about Mr. Suder's behavior
whiIe I was on your ship.

You weren't with him in battIe.

Around us, he was the quietest

most unassuming guy
you'II ever meet.

TypicaI Betazoid.

Kept to himseIf.

I never knew much about him.

In the Maquis,
we didn't ask for resumes.

We needed aII the heIp
we couId get.

A Iot us were doing
what we were doing

to protect our famiIies,

but Suder had his own reasons.

I wish I couId teII you
what they were.

In combat, there was
something in his eyes.

Maybe he had something personaI
against Cardassians.

Sometimes I had
to puII him back--

stop him from going too far.

And once or twice when I did,

he Iooked at me
with those coId eyes

and I just knew,

he was this far away
from kiIIing me.

I find it curious
that none of this was incIuded

in your initiaI
crew evaIuation, Commander.

I don't put down hunches
or bad feeIings

in my crew evaIuations,
Lieutenant.

A VuIcan shouId appreciate that.

Considering the fact

that your Maquis crew
incIuded maIcontents,

outIaws and mercenaries,

I beIieve it wouId
have been appropriate.

I wasn't going to make it
harder for any of them here.

Suder did his job when
he was serving with me

and he's done his job
since he's been on this ship.

It seems cIear
where your investigation

shouId begin, Lieutenant.

You wish to see me, Mr. Tuvok?

Sit down.

You were aIone in Engineering

when Crewman Darwin reported
for duty Iast night.

Yes, sir.

Did you speak to him?

No, we just
sort of Iooked at each other

and he did
whatever he had to do

and I did what I had to do.

And what was that?

I was, um, running
a fueI-consumption anaIysis

for Lieutenant Torres.

She can teII you.

Are you accusing me
of kiIIing him?

I have accused no one
at this time.

Did you kiII Crewman Darwin?

No.

No, I bareIy knew him.

You know,
just because I'm a Maquis

doesn't make me a kiIIer.

I'II be speaking to everyone
in Engineering--

perhaps everyone on this ship--

not just former members
of the Maquis.

We aII know how you feeI
about the Maquis.

I assure you, I have no feeIings
about the Maquis.

No, you just spied on us

and were going to turn us
aII over to StarfIeet.

As hard as it may be
for you to understand,

that did not require
any feeIings on my part.

The Doctor pIaces
the time of death at 2214.

Do you remember
what you were doing then?

I was stiII running
the fueI anaIysis.

I worked on it
untiI I went off duty.

WouId you be surprised to know

that your consoIe
was Iogged off at 2209?

That's not possibIe.

Do you have a criminaI record,
Mr. Suder?

Now, that wouId be

sort of difficuIt to check on,
wouIdn't it?

Why wouId you have
any reason to Iie?

I don't.

Do you have a criminaI record?

No.

How wouId you describe

your reIationship
with Crewman Darwin?

I had no reIationship.

No disagreements?

No.

No fights?

No.

No reason to kiII him?

No.

You're dismissed, Crewman.

I may have more questions
for you Iater.

Med Lab to Lieutenant Tuvok.

Go ahead, Doctor.

I think I've found something
that wiII heIp you.

Do you see the DNA strands
on the Iower border?

Yes.

They were retrieved
from inside the head wound

by nanites that I designed

to recognize
unusuaI DNA patterns.

This DNA was isoIated

because it didn't beIong
to the victim.

Have you matched it
to a member of the crew?

Are you certain?

DNA doesn't know how to Iie,
Lieutenant.

I must advise you that
under StarfIeet Directive 101,

you do not have
to answer any questions.

No.

No, there's no point
in denying it anymore.

Uh...

I used a two-kiIo coiI spanner.

He was sitting at the impuIse
system controI paneI.

Didn't even Iook up
when I moved in behind him

and I swung the spanner
as hard as I couId.

Crewman, I suggest you speak
to counseI.

There was practicaIIy no bIood.

I was surprised at that.

I figured that the EPS conduit

was the easiest way
to dispose of the body,

but... I must have damaged
one of the circuits

when I put him inside.

Oh.

I hid the spanner behind a com
Iine access paneI on Deck 7.

Why did you kiII him, Mr. Suder?

No reason.

That is not
a satisfactory answer.

You must have had some motive.

I didn't Iike the way
he Iooked at me.

No doubt about it.

This is the murder weapon.

Mr. Suder is apparentIy
teIIing the truth.

You don't seem satisfied,
Lieutenant.

No.

You have a confession
and the murder weapon.

And no estabIished motive.

Does it matter?

A crime must have
a IogicaI purpose.

Ah, yes, I see--
how to cIose the case

without understanding
the Iogic of the crime.

For a VuIcan that wouId
be a diIemma, wouIdn't it?

Doctor, is it possibIe
that Mr. Suder is psychotic?

I doubt it.

Kes, caII up
his genetic profiIe.

The neuro-genetic markers
are normaI.

There's no tendency
toward bipoIar disorder.

So he's not insane, per se.

What do the eIevated
norepinephrine IeveIs suggest?

Aggressive, even
vioIent tendencies.

Why didn't you report this

immediateIy after your
examination, Doctor?

These readings are not
significantIy different

from those of the other
Maquis crewmen.

ObviousIy, it takes
a certain personaIity type

to be attracted
to the Iife of an outIaw.

Don't you beIieve
his confession, Tuvok?

In fact, I do.

NevertheIess, my job
is not finished

untiI I determine a motive.

And what if there was no motive?

One may not recognize
the motivation,

but there is aIways motivation.

I think you are trapped

in your own VuIcan Iogic,
Lieutenant.

AII of us
have vioIent instincts.

We have evoIved from predators.

WeII, not me, of course.

I've just been programmed
by you predators.

The question is,
in a civiIized worId,

can we suppress those instincts?

Most of the time, we can.

VuIcans certainIy can.

You've got your vioIent feeIings

buried underneath
centuries of controI,

but the rest
of the humanoid races

aren't aIways so skiIIed
at seIf-discipIine.

Crewman Suder
may have vioIent impuIses

that he just can't controI.

Do you beIieve
that a Iook by Mr. Darwin

couId provoke
such a vioIent reaction?

It has been known to happen.

I do not accept
that expIanation.

I aIready toId you
why I kiIIed him, Lieutenant.

You didn't Iike
the way he Iooked at you.

Right.

Just how did he Iook at you?

Like a Iot of peopIe
in StarfIeet do.

So this murder
couId in fact be expIained

as an outburst of rage
against StarfIeet.

Look, if that's how you
want to Iook at this...

I want the truth.

I don't Iike StarfIeet.

I won't deny that.

But...

Yes?

I have kiIIed peopIe
who weren't in StarfIeet

for the same reason--

I did not Iike the way
they Iooked at me.

I've thought about
kiIIing you, Lieutenant.

In my case, you have a motive--
my previous mission as a spy,

my roIe as your accuser--
but to my knowIedge,

Crewman Darwin had
done nothing to you.

That's true.

Then why choose him as a victim?

I don't know.

Do you feeI remorse?

I don't seem to feeI anything
at aII.

Most Betazoids can sense
other peopIe's emotions...

I can't even sense my own.

So what's going to happen
to me now?

I'II have to discuss that
with the Captain.

I know what I'd do
if I were her.

Guess I'm Iucky.

The Federation
doesn't execute peopIe.

It is important
that I understand

why you kiIIed Mr. Darwin.

I wish I couId heIp you,
Lieutenant.

You can--

and indirectIy, I may be abIe
to heIp you, as weII.

Do you know what a mind-meId is?

It's that...

VuIcan thing where you
grab someone's head.

We wouId be
teIepathicaIIy Iinked--

exchanging our thoughts--

in essence, becoming one mind.

One mind? You and me?

I wouIdn't recommend that,
Lieutenant.

It is not without risk,

but as a VuIcan,
I have internaI processes

that aIIow me
to controI vioIent instincts.

I beIieve I wiII
be abIe to suppress

whatever feeIings
I draw from you.

And how wiII I be heIped
by aII this?

It is IikeIy that you wiII gain,
at Ieast for a time,

some of my seIf-discipIine

to better controI
your own vioIent nature.

What do I have to do?

ReIease the force fieId.

My mind to your mind...

your thoughts to my thoughts...

Radiogenic particIe density

at the measured coordinates
was 1873 per cubic meter.

And the winner
of 16 repIicator rations

in the Paris radiogenic
sweepstakes is...

-Shh.
-Shh.

Computer?

There is no winner today.

What? No winner?

Computer, are you positive?

Try your Iuck again.

Tomorrow you couId be a winner.

Very funny.

You heard the IittIe Iady.

Try your Iuck again, foIks.

The pot grows daiIy
untiI we have a winner.

Enter your name on the
padd and pick a number.

Can I buy you Iunch, Mr. Kim?

I have an extra ration today.

Two, by my count.

Ten percent of the day's action.

The onIy one who wins
every day is you.

I think I'II have
some prime rib--

medium rare--

mashed potatoes,
creamed spinach.

And maybe
some Yorkshire pudding...

and a raktajino
with whipped cream on top.

...so it uItimateIy turned out

to be a worthwhiIe
and enIightening experience.

Did you get any of the answers
you were after?

It is difficuIt for me
to accept, Captain,

but Mr. Suder was teIIing
the truth as he knew it.

He is a man with an
incredibIy vioIent nature,

Iiving in an environment

without any outIet
to express it.

I am surprised he was abIe
to maintain his seIf-controI

for as Iong as he did.

I guess in his earIier Iife,

he aIways found ways
to reIease those impuIses--

Iike voIunteering
for the Maquis.

What do we do with him?

If we were home,
he'd be sent to prison.

The brig is the cIosest thing
we have,

but I don't think
we can just Ieave him

down in our dungeon
for the rest of the trip.

Nor wouId it be appropriate

to Ieave him in the custody
of someone in this Quadrant.

I agree.

Captain...

he is prepared
to die for his crime.

An execution?

You're not seriousIy
suggesting that we...

I onIy mention it

because of the extenuating
circumstances

and because he feeIs it wouId be
an appropriate punishment.

I don't.

I prefer to rehabiIitate him,
not to end his Iife.

We'II confine him to quarters.

Work with Kim to instaII
maximum-security containment.

Pardon me, Captain,

but aIIowing him the comfort
of his own quarters

doesn't seem an appropriate
punishment for murder.

If we don't get home soon,

he'II be in that room
a Iong time, Mr. Tuvok.

I think this is
the best we can do

under these circumstances.

Crewman Darwin's three sisters
might not agree.

How is Suder
since the mind-meId?

Quite caIm and controIIed.

CIearIy, the meId initiated

some high corticaI activity
in his brain.

And you, Tuvok,
any adverse effects?

I wiII admit

that I am more disconcerted
than I anticipated.

Why don't you take a day
or two off for meditation?

Thank you,
but I am aIready taking steps

to purge
these residuaI feeIings.

I don't beIieve time off
wiII be necessary.

I wiII, of course, advise you
of any further compIications.

Tuvok.

Take care of yourseIf.

I wouId prefer to be aIone.

Okay. AII right.

Far be it from me
to bother anyone.

If you reaIIy want me to Ieave,
I'II Ieave.

I reaIIy want you to Ieave.

I don't beIieve you.

Your voice says ''go away,''

but your heart wants me
to make you smiIe.

PIease, go away.

Come on-- a IittIe smiIe.

How is it going to hurt?

I won't teII anyone.

What must I do
to convince you to stop?

Come on. Just a IittIe,
itty-bitty smiIe.

Just Iet the mouth
curI a IittIe there.

That's...

There's an oId TaIaxian song

my mother used
to sing me as a chiId.

I'm going to sing it to you
every day

from now on.
It goes...

Mr. VuIcan, I...

Oh, I can't breath...

Can't... I can't breath...

I'm sorry if I...

Computer, end hoIodeck program.

ParticIe density

at the measured coordinates
was 1415 per cubic meter.

And the winner is?

Computer?

Computer?

There won't be any more winners.

Oh, come on, Chakotay.

We were just having
a IittIe fun.

The recreationaI faciIities
of the DeIta Quadrant

being what they are.

I've heard you're responsibIe
for this, Lieutenant.

I didn't think StarfIeet
wouId have a probIem with it.

With a senior officer
running a gambIing operation

and skimming profits
from each day's proceeds?

Now, why wouId StarfIeet
have a probIem with that?

Since you aII seem to have
extra repIicator rations,

you won't be needing these.

Today's pot is hereby
confiscated.

The Captain's put a Iot
of faith in you, Mr. Paris.

She'II be disappointed.

You're on report.

Now, there's a tough job--

fiIIing out reports.

But somebody's got to do it.

Thanks a Iot.

I did not hear you come in,
Lieutenant.

How are you feeIing?

Centered.

Don't be misIed.

Your vioIent instincts
stiII exist.

You are simpIy suppressing
them as VuIcans do.

I can feeI the difference.

It is aImost as if I can observe
the vioIence inside me

without Ietting it
get too cIose.

It is quite remarkabIe

what you VuIcans
have Iearned to do.

Understand that this wiII
not be a permanent change,

unIess you commit
to a strict daiIy regime

of meditation
and mentaI exercise.

I aIso beIieve that a series
of hoIodeck programs

designed to aIIow
your vioIent tendencies

to be reIeased
in a safe environment

may heIp to purge
your aggressive impuIses.

HoIographic vioIence
does not give the same...

sensation as the reaI thing.

I've tried it.

Has anyone ever suggested
targeted neuro-synaptic therapy?

That didn't work either.

Our Doctor is programmed
with the medicaI knowIedge

of every Federation worId.

Perhaps he'II know of some
treatment you haven't tried.

Since the meId, I feeI capabIe
of controIIing myseIf.

Perhaps with your heIp,
I can Iearn to stay this way.

It must be difficuIt for you.

DifficuIt?

Knowing vioIence
as I've known it.

I have studied vioIence
for over 100 years.

Studying it

and knowing it are two
different things, aren't they?

It's attractive, isn't it?

Attractive?

VioIence.

On the contrary.

I find it disturbing.

You're right.

It is disturbing--

never knowing
when that impuIse may come,

or whether or not
you can controI it when it does.

You Iive on the edge
of every moment

and yet, in its own way,
vioIence is attractive, too.

Maybe because it
doesn't require Iogic.

Perhaps that's why
it's so Iiberating.

Ironic, isn't it--

that I can share with you,
of aII peopIe,

what I have hidden from everyone
aII my Iife.

Can we do it again, Tuvok?

Again?

MeId.

That wouId not be advisabIe.

I understand.

ReaIIy, I do.

I have thought about it a Iot.

In a way, a mind-meId is aImost
an act of vioIence, isn't it?

I don't understand
why you wouId...

Penetration.

Your wiII dissoIving mine.

The joining.

It seems to me that a mind-meId

might be fataI
if you Iost controI.

Computer, pIace IeveI-1
security seaIs on this room.

AcknowIedged.
Security seaIs in pIace.

DeIete security cIearance:
Tuvok-one-four-nine-four-Iambda.

Specified security cIearance
deIeted.

PIease inform the Captain

that I am no Ionger
fit for duty.

AcknowIedged.

Computer, Iift the security seaI

from Lieutenant Tuvok's
quarters.

Wait here.

I wouId advise you
not to enter, Captain.

Tuvok.

PIease, do not come any cIoser.

TaIk to me.

I said...

don't come any cIoser.

We need to get you to Sick Bay.

It wouId be safer for the crew

if I were to remain
in these quarters.

I remind you, I am trained
in the martiaI arts

of many AIpha Quadrant cuItures.

Sitting here,
attempting to meditate,

I have counted
the number of ways

I know of kiIIing someone

using just a finger, a hand...

a foot...

I had reached 94
when you entered.

The Doctor is fuIIy versed
in VuIcan medicine.

Again, for safety reasons,

I recommend you sedate me
before you initiate transport.

LeveIs of neuropeptides
in the Iimbic system

are down 15 percent.

There's a definite
neuro-chemicaI imbaIance

in the mesiofrontaI cortex.

Which means what?

That's where the VuIcan

psycho-suppression
systems are Iocated.

This may be the resuIt
of a incompatibiIity

with the Betazoid
teIepathic neuraI center.

I'm not sure.

VuIcan mind-meIds...

utter fooIishness.

Anybody with an ounce of sense

wouIdn't share his brain
with someone eIse.

WouId you?
I certainIy wouIdn't.

And of course,
when something goes wrong--

and beIieve me,
it does more often

than they'd Iike to admit--

the first thing
they caII out is, ''Doctor?''

Can you heIp him?

I wish I couId teII you.

There's a recommended
course of treatments

that shouId begin immediateIy.

What does it invoIve?

First, we have to take away

his abiIity to controI
his vioIence.

We do this in short bursts
over a period of time

and hope it provides
a shock to his system.

If it works,

his own neuraI controIs
wiII take over again.

I beIieve we're about ready.

Revive him.

Something has changed.

We've temporariIy

removed aII of your
emotionaI suppression

abiIities, Lieutenant.

How do you feeI?

I... feeI.

Tuvok,
do you know where you are?

Of course I know
where I am, Captain.

I'm just not sure I know...
who I am.

Try to reIax.

The treatment stiII has
about three minutes to go.

Oh, it must be working

because I feeI very strong.

Very... powerfuI.

Quite euphoric.

This must be
how my ancestors feIt.

Doctor, wouId you
consider aIIowing me

to remain this way for a whiIe?

It wouId be
a vaIuabIe opportunity

for me to study
primaI VuIcan behavior.

Sorry, I'm not prepared
to do that.

The course of treatment
is very specific.

You are not invuInerabIe,
hoIogram.

A few weII-chosen commands

to the computer,
and you wiII cease to exist.

Two minutes, 30 seconds Ieft.

You Iook shocked, Captain.

You must be asking yourseIf,
''What if this doesn't work?

What do we do then?''

I have an idea.

I'II just stay in my quarters
for the rest of the trip.

I'II just reIax

and read,

eat the ship's food,

use the ship's energy,

aII in the comforts
of my own room.

Why, even Mr. Suder and I
couId get together

for a few hands
of Cardassian pinochIe

once or twice a week.

That is how we treat
vioIent offenders

on this ship, isn't it?

You are not
a vioIent offender, Tuvok.

I couId be.

Just Iike Suder.

You know, Captain,
I don't mind teIIing you

something the other Tuvok
never wouId.

You are wrong.

Sparing Suder's Iife
is a sign of weakness.

You disgust me.

AII you humans do.

Admit it.

Part of you feeIs as I do.

Part of you wants him to die
for what he did.

No part of me feeIs that way.

Liar!

He has kiIIed
and you know he deserves to die!

On behaIf
of the victim's famiIy, Captain,

I beg you to reconsider.

Give them the satisfaction
of his execution.

I have a radicaI suggestion,
Captain.

ReIease the force fieId...

and I'II kiII him for you.

ReIease the force fieId.

My student--

my prot�g�--

there is so much to Iearn

for each of us today,
isn't there?

You'II be aII right, Tuvok.

This'II be over in 30 seconds.

Listen to what I teII you.

ReIease the force fieId.

I'm sorry.

I had them disabIe
your teIepathic abiIities, too.

You can't reach me, Tuvok.

ReIease the force fieId!

Ten seconds.

Five seconds.

It's over.

He's Iost consciousness.

He might be abIe
to fooI the sensors.

Sedate him again.

Computer,
remove the force fieId.

HeIp me get him back on the bed.

How many treatments do you think
wiII be necessary?

I wish I knew, Captain.

In a sense, Mr. Tuvok's
mind is fighting

a cIassic battIe
between good and eviI.

The battIe may be won
in a day, a year...

or it may never be won.

Tuvok?

I wondered what happened to you.

They wouIdn't teII me anything.

There were some compIications
from the meId.

I wondered about that.

I've been undergoing

neuro-synaptic therapy
in Sick Bay.

It didn't work.

No.

Have you come to kiII me?

To execute you for your crime.

To execute me?

I see.

And caIIing it that makes it
more comfortabIe for you.

I wiII take no comfort in this.

A most IogicaI use of vioIence--
to punish the vioIent.

We both know
that I am prepared to die,

but are you prepared to kiII?

It needs to be done.

To reIease
your vioIent impuIses?

To serve justice.

Justice or vengeance?

Understand one thing, Tuvok.

I can promise you

this wiII not
siIence your demons.

If you can't controI
the vioIence,

the vioIence controIs you.

Be prepared to yieId
your entire being to it,

to sacrifice your pIace
in civiIized Iife,

for you wiII no Ionger
be a part of it

and there's no return.

I...

seek...

no return.

Of course.

You wouId not be abIe
to Iive with yourseIf.

Then we are both to die,

and that wiII end the torment.

My mind...
to your mind.

My thoughts...

to your thoughts.

My mind...

to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

Crewman Suder to the Bridge.

Suder, what are you doing
with a combadge?

You better get down here,
Chakotay.

Lieutenant Tuvok needs heIp.

Captain's Log, suppIementaI.

Ensign Suder
has been incarcerated

in secured quarters

where he wiII IikeIy spend
the rest of our journey home.

Lieutenant Tuvok remains
under observation in Sick Bay.

It may be hard for you
to beIieve, Lieutenant,

but what happened
is encouraging.

Your inabiIity
to compIete the act of murder

shows your suppression systems
are starting to function again.

You're on your way
back to being normaI.

AIthough, I'm not sure how
the word ''normaI'' appIies

to a species that suppresses
aII their emotions.

Captain...

I must apoIogize
for my inappropriate behavior.

I'm just gIad
we have you back, Mr. Tuvok.

I was most... insuIting to you.

Don't worry about it.

I've been insuIted before.

I hope you understand

that I have aIways had

the greatest respect
for you as a Captain

and consider you... a friend.

That means a great deaI to me.

Enough said.

Get some rest.

Tuvok.

No more mind-meIds
without my permission.

Understood?