Endshame
Janeway: I’ll just let my entire sense of agency get hijacked by my future self, who apparently has no qualms about rewriting my life choices. Meanwhile I’ll stand politely in the corner while my surrogate daughter and the man I’ve been making heart‑eyes at for seven seasons have a catastrophically ill‑advised hook‑up. Leadership!
Chakotay: I’ll suddenly transform into a pushy, impatient misogynist because the writers forgot who I was and needed a romance plot. I’ll pursue a woman who is emotionally about seventeen and we'll call it character development.
Tuvok: I’ll have a terminal illness introduced purely for shock value, and then I’ll just… sit here. Logical.
B’Elanna: I’ll have a baby and call it a day. No final arc, no closure. Just contractions.
Tom: I’ll miss my daughter’s birth. You won’t even get to see me hold her. Thanks for watching Voyager!
Harry: Who am I? Why am I here? Why did I never get promoted? Tune in never.
Seven: I’ll abandon my entire journey toward individuality because apparently I need a man to validate my humanity. And I’ll let him call the shots like a perfectly submissive little lady because that’s what real women do, apparently.
The Doctor: I’ll act pathetic and mopey because Seven rejected me. Seven’s autonomy? Never heard of her.
Neelix: I’ll suddenly be Seven’s best friend, screw Tuvok and Tom, and I'll help her break Janeway’s heart. Surprise!

















