"I see. The collected Starfleet logs were made public record then?"

The ambassador wonders at how many new faces would have been able to learn from his own mistakes. Jim had been rather fastidious in keeping logs. It was one of his more responsible traits. A pang of mourning still prompts him to shut his eyes and trace in his minds eye the small box of personal affects in his quarters back on New Vulcan. Of the picture therein with the faces of those he cared most deeply for during his long life.

"The curiosity that you shared with myself and our comrades is proof of the better qualities of humanity, I must admit."