[Instinct told her to walk out; but listening to this particular instinct was illogical. Forcing herself to take the cup, T'Pol stared at him for a moment, hands curling around the mug.]

At a conference on Earth, almost a year ago, an injured woman gave me a vial containing a hair follicle. From that, our doctor was able to discern that it belonged to a child who shared my DNA, and [She wasn't sure just how much she wanted to confide, but omission had had its flaws in the past, so after a pause, she continued.] Commander Tucker's. She was created as a symbol for a xenophobic faction called Terra Prime. It was almost a day before I was able to see her.

[She left out the fact that she'd known the child was hers well before that, left out the mental link that had asserted itself in that time.] We were able to rescue her from the faction, but the process they used to create her was flawed. She died on Enterprise.

[She managed to say it evenly, though her throat grew tighter and tighter and her last word nearly cracked. It was like all the air had rushed from her lungs, and she fell silent.]