Series: Star Trek: Voyager
A bad day in the DQ.
No names, no foul.
The worst day was the day I realized it wasn't going to get any better when we reached the Alpha Quadrant.
I still wanted to get home as much as any member of my crew, but what would I do there, with no Borg, no organ harvesters, no replicator rationing, no all-consuming goal of getting home?
Somehow along the way I'd disappeared - there was never any space for me in my quest. My duty came before anything else. I don't regret it, I hope I'd do it all over again if faced with the same choices.
Almost all, anyway.