So much pain.
Heart pounding. Chest constricting. Eyes stinging.
Jim questioned him as to how he detached himself from emotion, how he stopped himself from feeling... but Spock didn't know.
"Right now I'm failing."
Vision blurring. Tears falling.
Not my Captain. Not Jim. Not now. Not ever.
Illogical. Jim was only human. Humans did not have the gift of immortality. A longer life span than what had been expected, say, one hundred years ago, but every human was mortal. Wishing that Jim was not dying now, that he never would, was illogical. And yet...
Jim placed his hand on the opposite side of the glass.
Spock swallowed and placed his hand on the glass as well.
Live long and prosper.
Don't die, Jim.
What was fear? What was sadness? What was regret and loss? It was something that Spock had never been able to understand, nor explain, but there was something buried deep within him now that was clawing its way to the surface and it felt terrible. Terrible.
Spock didn't like feeling. It hurt.
Jim's fingers copied his own sentiment. Live long and prosper.
No. No, Jim should be living. He saved lives. He saved the crew. He displayed great qualities of bravery and self-sacrifice, but yet-
Jim's hand fell away from the glass.
Anger, anger, anger-
I loved this movie so much. I just had to write a (sort of) character study for this moment. Such a moment.
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