"And these are the readings that could possibly explain away why M class planet Franschiko is the way it is," Science Officer Lurelle said. Burnham raised a thick eyebrow in return. "The planet is unstable because it used to be a experimental moon."

"Man made," Science Officer Terry said.

"It has a metal interior," Lurelle said. "and very expandable."

"Part of the element that was thought to be lost by time," Terry said. "Flexi -8."

"We found evidence through deep scans of the planet that it had been repeatedly hit by asteroids in its ancient past," Lurelle added. "It became a habitable moon when the planet it was orbiting was destroyed one way or another. Some how the moon was placed into the orbit. The last asteroid was guided down and landed there safely. This asteroid was the first introduction of life."

"And you know what this asteroid became?" Terry asked.

"Enlighten me," Burnham said.

"It fell apart." Lurelle said.

"How?" Burnham asked.

"Since the moon doesn't have tectonic plates and it was built as a experimental Dyson sphere, it simply went what it was built to do when the first sign of life appeared," Burnham came over to the computer to see the imagery of the planet. "It started producing landscapes fit for a planet." Burnham slowly turned in the direction of the two science officers. "You heard that right. It produced its landscapes. It took the asteroid and made the asteroid part of its soil."

"Do you know who built it?" Burnham asked. The Andorians shared a glance then back on Burnham.

"Not yet, Commander," Terry said.

"It's probably the relic of a long lost civilization," Lurelle said.

"If they left any evidence, it is likely very fine text," Terry said. "Look on the bright side, Commander, you get to be chief of science until Ephraim's return."

"It cannot come any faster," Burnham said. "Now per Starfleet's command, the captain will be classifying your findings."

"Aye," the two Andorians said.

Two hundred seven days aboard a Klingon prison ship and a handful of those spent with a Klingon in the same cell, Tyler knew a bit about wounded pride. Tilly walked out of sick bay, confused, escorted by Soval who was telling her about a friend of his who dodged getting drafted into the war by some unconventional means. Tyler walked in. He saw the woman was resting on the long biobed with her hands clasped onto her torso. There was a sad aesthetic about her. The resigned, defeated look on her face. A miserable state of mind. Tyler straightened his red uniform then came forward. A nurse came behind him with a hoverchair in tow. He came over to the side of the biobed.

"Lieutenant," L'Rell said. "Your optimism and heart is not applicable here."

"So," Tyler said, rubbing his hands. "I heard about your boxing with a tree."

"The tree fought valiantly," L'Rell said.

"That was a joke, L'Rell," Tyler said. "Nurse, let me do it." The nurse nodded, leaving the chair alongside the right side of the biobed. He sat on the edge of the biobed. The ashamed Klingon looked away. "I know."

"You know nothing," L'Rell said.

"You're using someone to end it for you after the war," Tyler said. "Someone who will be feeling a hell lot of things. She doesn't know what she is getting into repaying you. And I know that she will be upset when she learns what she will have to do."

"She owes me," L'Rell said.

"Did she say that?" Tyler asked.

There was a short pause between the two.

"Yes," L'Rell said. "Burnham will tell her."

"You do realize that you don't have to task the first person who owes you with killing you," Tyler said. "Doesn't a survivor count?"

"Being killed by a victim will not go well," L'Rell said. "I would go to Gre'thor for it."

"No, you wouldn't," Tyler said.

"I was complicit when I stood by in silence letting Voq take advantage of you" L'Rell said. "I shamed my house greatly during then," L'Rell grew emotional as she went on. "Letting you kill me would dishonor my house. And it would be sweet vengeance for you."

"I don't see why it would," Tyler said.

L'Rell sharply looked up toward Tyler.

"I was Voq's lover!" L'Rell raised her voice.

Tyler stared back at her.

"As you see, I deserve this infliction," L'Rell said. "and I deserve to break the heart of someone. . ." Tyler slid off the edge of the biobed. "Someone who might care about me as I did with Voq when I realized what he had done. . . without your consent." she slowly shook he head. "The house of T'Kuvma has no honor."

"You weren't there," Tyler said.

"Was there a Bat'leth with green stains hanging above you?" L'Rell asked.

"Yes," Tyler said.

"Might as well have been. That was my room. I refused to continue our relationship during the war. We were not as intimate as before," L'Rell explained, as each word dripped with shame and disappointment. "I had to find out by my closest colleagues. I had the opportunity to find discharge on my bed that wasn't there before. I had the opportunity to see you tremble at being touched by the Klingon officers. I had the opportunity to see you flinch at the sight of my captain. I had the opportunity to see the fear, anger, and disgust when you looked at him. I had the opportunity to see the evidence."

"Blaming yourself that wasn't your fault is no way to live," Tyler said.

"How can you say that when I am?" L'Rell asked, baffled.

"I like to see the good in people and judge the chair for myself," Tyler said.

"After all you've gone through," L'Rell said. "You keep a open mind."

"What he did was horrific," Tyler said. "Unforgivable. You could have killed him at any time but your feelings for him stopped you from doing it and his constant group of trusted Klingons would have taken you down without a fight. You were stuck in the middle of something that you can't easily get out of. Which begs me to ask how did you get thrown into the cell? You never answered my question."

"I tried," L'Rell said. "I really tried."

Tyler held his hand out.

"You can redeem yourself by taking the wheels in your new life," Tyler said. "let me help."

"I don't understand how you can be so kind," L'Rell said, taking his hand.

"That's what being human is all about," Tyler said. "just being kind."

Tyler helped her keep her balance as she edged herself to the edge of the biobed. He placed his free hand under her legs then moved her into the hovering wheelchair. Two pairs of binds gripped onto her numb like legs as soon as she sat into it. It was all in all practicality that it was a bulky hoverchair like machine. It had a backpack that could be velcrowed to be closed with pockets to the side for drinks. It was a light gray machine that had a support for the feet. Tyler let go of the consults hand.

"And wearing a red shirt is kind of tempting your early demise," Tyler remarked.

"What's bad about red?" L'Rell said.

"It just does," Tyler said. "you can always go with green. Does help you blend in with the greenery."

"So that's it?" Tilly asked, seating herself down onto the bed alongside Burnham. The room was dark. As though the night settings had been activated aboard the Discovery. The two Starfleet officers were in their red silk like two piece pajamas. "That is what she was referring to?"

"Indeed," Burnham said.

"I took her legs away," Tilly said. "She is that angry at me?"

Burnham placed a hand onto Tilly's shoulder.

"It wasn't out of anger," Burnham said. "but to make sure she didn't have unfinished business."

"I. . I. . . I haven't killed anyone before," Tilly said.

"Klingons do not normally bestow the honor of allowing a crippled warrior to be killed by a human," Burnham replied. "Most humans who have known to Klingons would be honored. However being thrust with it right after meeting them has never been documented in most cases the humans manage to escape with their lives before the relative arrives," Tilly nodded. "Ashaya, you will care and it will hurt you more than it will hurt her."

"I will manage," Tilly said.

"I will make it even better," Burnham said. "I will be there."

Tilly looked over toward Burnham.

"You better be," Tilly said. "I need my girlfriend for all these Klingon traditions that we have to abide after killing her."

Tilly took Burnham's hand and squeezed it placing her head onto Burnham's lap.

Burnham rubbed Tilly's shoulder, gently.