LORCA: Now, if the Discovery can be anywhere, and gone in an instant, that's how you beat the Klingons. That's how you win the war. And we must win the war. But that's just the beginning. Imagine the possibilities. Wanna see where they're going? Where they've been? Or where they could take us? Hold tight.
(He touches a control and Burnham's surroundings change.)
LORCA: Blink, you're in Ilari. Blink, the moons of Andoria. Blink, you missed Romulus. All those planets, all those places, all those species, seen and yet to be seen. And you're home like it never happened.
(He lets her out of the cell.)
LORCA: I did choose you. But not for the reasons you think. Your assumption that the Klingons were waiting in ambush at the Binary Stars was predictive. You chose to do the right thing, over and above what was sanctioned, even at great cost to yourself. And that is the kind of thinking that wins wars. The kind of thinking I need next to me. Universal law is for lackeys. Context is for kings. Now, what's it to be, Michael? What's in your future? What do you wish for? Atonement? Redemption? Maybe the assurance that the Captain you lost didn't die in vain? You helped start a war. Don't you wanna help me end it?
(He offers a fortune cookie and she takes it.)