Boothby's Flower Bed

Boothby kneels in rich soil, fingers deep in primroses and weeds, as Picard crouches nearby under the Academy's open sky. The bed's tangled growth mirrors Nova Squadron's flaws—loyalty that chokes truth. Scents of damp earth and blooms frame their tense exchange, turning garden labor into stark prophecy of Locarno's sway and squadron disaster.