ARCHER: We've had our share of disagreements, but you've never taken it out on my desk before. (A/N: No S***T, Jon. She's hopped on space drugs.)
T'POL: I didn't mean what I said. (Fascinating and painful to see this stark illustration of how Vulcans have no idea how to manage emotions, only how to suppress them. And when the ability to suppress is gone, they're completely at sea.)
ARCHER: I'm glad to hear it. I'll be leading the boarding party. There's no margin for error. If we don't do this right, people are going to die. We need you on the Bridge.
⬆⬆⬆ [ Lighting is very impressive at that scene. We viewers, as voyeurs/ wittness of very confidential and hard scene between captain and his XO can hide us at this darkness. Even if it can be reasoned by destroying of Enterprise, it is very excellent desicion for giving us such dark and heavy backround for this discussion.] (T'Pol grabs his arm.) PHLOX: What is it? (After examining her.) PHLOX: There's a good deal of residual trellium in your bloodstream. How long have you been doing this?
T'POL: When I was exposed to trellium aboard the Seleya, it affected me in a way that I wasn't prepared for.
T'POL: The initial effects were overwhelming, but as they began to wear off I discovered I was able to access certain emotions. I wanted more. I began to experiment by ingesting small amounts of trellium. I devised a way to inject it into my bloodstream.
PHLOX: You must have known it was dangerous. Trellium exposure is deadly to Vulcans. It eats away at the neural pathways.
T'POL: I thought, in small amounts, it would be safe. At first, I was able to control the new emotions. My interactions with the crew improved.
T'POL: Two days ago. The damage to E deck made it impossible to access the cargo bay. I began experiencing agitation, anxiety, withdrawal symptoms.