Sword of Sarek
I am Vulcan, male. My behavior, constrained, justifiably, by millenias' harsh conditioning necessary to preserve my race. My control, unwavered, strict. Yet now I confront the passion against which Surak warned. I find I love, passionately, deeply, eternally. And I know its dark truth: I will hatefully destroy anything harming her. I should shun this dangerous passion, but my heart overruns my discipline. My only recourse: to remain forever vigilant against any injury befalling her. To protect her and the illusion that I am in control. For I am Vulcan. Male and terrible, cataclysmic without control. And yet I love.