He nods, almost numbly, feeling the phantom sensation of strong, raging hands wrapping around his throat with the murderous intent.
A litany of apologies try to fall off his tongue, but he knows that's not what Spock wants, it's never what he wanted or needed. He tries to figure out how much he should or can say.
"Vulcan is gone." A madman from another universe with a vendetta hated you so much he wanted you to feel the exact same pain he did. "Your mother was on the surface, and though you went to save her, the unstable nature of the planet-" She fell and you couldn't catch her in time, and because of the interference, Checkov couldn't lock onto her signal.
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He nods, almost numbly, feeling the phantom sensation of strong, raging hands wrapping around his throat with the murderous intent.
A litany of apologies try to fall off his tongue, but he knows that's not what Spock wants, it's never what he wanted or needed. He tries to figure out how much he should or can say.
"Vulcan is gone." A madman from another universe with a vendetta hated you so much he wanted you to feel the exact same pain he did.
"Your mother was on the surface, and though you went to save her, the unstable nature of the planet-" She fell and you couldn't catch her in time, and because of the interference, Checkov couldn't lock onto her signal.