Who Says I Haven't?

She shook her head.  "You're right about one part.  I was raped.  And did you know... it was a Terran who did it?"  Walking over, she got right in Paul's face.  "A TERRAN.  Not a Klingon... not a Vulcan... not a Bartokian... not a Ferengi.  A Terran."  She gave Paul a once-over.  "A little shorter than you.  Darker hair.  His eyes were almost like yours.  I can remember everything about him.  I can remember what he smelled like.  His raspy voice.  And now... as a Q... I can remember that for eternity.  So... you DARE talk to me about rape?"

She walked back to the table in the courtroom, sitting down on the edge of it.  "You sit there and think me a race traitor.  Oh, sure.  I sold out the whole human race.  And you know what?  I don't care.  What did the human race ever do for me?  I'll answer that one: Nothing!  With one exception... nobody cared.  Do you know what happened to the man who raped me?  I'll answer that one too: Nothing.  That is... until the Q found me."  A look crossed Milla's face... and it wasn't a pleasant one.  You could see her almost savoring her revenge. 

A trace of that piercing glare remained as she returned her attention to Paul.  "You still don't get it, do you?  I am here to help.  The problem is... you have to help yourself.  And like it or not... and since you're Arcadian, you won't... you won't win this war alone."  She noted the look on his face.  "Oh, you forgot... the Q have the power over time.  I can tell you every possible way that the war against the Federation goes.  And you won't win it with just Arcadians."  She pondered that a moment.  "Oh, wait... I'm sorry... I phrased that wrong.  There is no way in hell you will win the war alone."