The Geordi. As they walk through the caverns that look suspiciously like Mesa Verde with all the shoots and ladders, T'Pau reveals to T'Ma that she plans to extract SURAK'S FUCKING KATRA from Quantum's fevered little brain in some ritual that hasn't been performed for centuries. T'Ma mentions that Quantum might die. And what are the cons? "The risks are acceptable," T'Pau hisses. T'Ma doubts Surak would agree. T'Pau wonders if T'Ma has a better idea: "That we follow this human?" T'Ma thinks her prejudice is clouding her logical mind. "You question my logic?" T'Pau says, all offended at the gall. T'Pau whispers that the Chuckling Vulcan chose to plant SURAK'S FUCKING KATRA in Quantum's head: "He must've had his reasons even if we don't understand them." T'Pau points out that it's obvious he chose Quantum because he was dying and T'Pol couldn't reach him in time. That's right, blame the CRACK WHORE. T'Ma asks T'Pau to reconsider. T'Pau says she's made her decision and will perform the katra-ectomy within the hour. Why is everything "within the hour"? Why not "within the day" or "within five hours" or just "now"? "And if Quantum dies?" T'Ma demands. Then I eat cake. With frosting. And those big pink sugar roses that taste like ass but which I still always coveted. "I won't sacrifice our future to save one human," T'Pau snaps, and leaves. The needs of the greedy many outweigh the needs of the furrowed few.
Quantum gazes out of the cell door and then looks back at T'Pol, and wonder of wonders, he notices that T'Pol is rocking back and forth in a CRACK WHOREAPALOOZA. He mentions that he's the one with the Vulcan ghost rattling around in his head, but he doesn't feel half as bad as she looks. Quantum places a hand on her shoulder. Wow. That's just...wow. Are we seeing actual concern from the captain who didn't even know Trip had relatives in Florida? Are we seeing tenderness from the captain who leaves his dog -- no, I can't go there, it will ruin this nice moment. Color me impressed. T'Pol says she's considering their options. "At least we know your mother's okay," Quantum rasps. His hand is still on her shoulder. Oh, wait, it moved a bit but it's still there. It's getting a firmer, more comforting grip. T'Pol says that her mother has fallen in with a violent cult, so the being okay is not so much happening. Look! The thumb's now moving in vague, soothing circles! Quantum says he doesn't think the Syrrannites had anything to do with the embassy. Aw, shoot -- now the hand's gone. "You sound convinced," T'Pol notes. "Let's just say it's more than a gut feeling," Quantum swaggers. Okay, everything's back to normal: Quantum's a jackass and all's right with my world. T'Pau and T'Ma enter and say they are going to remove SURAK'S FUCKING KATRA via some ritual. T'Ma rushes to say that it's not without risk, and T'Pau amends that Vulcan physiology is more resilient, so they don't know what will happen to a puny human. Don't worry, I'm sure the furrows will keep him safe. T'Ma tells Quantum he could die. "We must decline," T'Pol announces. Quantum gives her a lazily amused look before T'Pau says they aren't giving them any options. T'Pol bugs. "You'd do this by FORCE?" she CRACK WHORES to her mother, who turns away. T'Pau points out that if he does the ritual willingly, they stand a better chance of success. Blather. Quantum agrees to do it willingly. T'Pol protests. "It's my call," Quantum tells her. T'Pol gives her mother a look that by rights should scorch those latex ears right off.