Spock closes his eyes and breath in deep, nostrils flaring. He cannot meditate in this place. He cannot dismiss his thoughts so easily. How does an entire planet just go and take his mother with it?
He doesn't have the strength to ask about his father, T'Pring, the culture and wisdom that doubtless could not all be so easily saved in such a situation. Michael is gone from his life now, but she is not dead and she will outlive him. This is no more permanent, but the loss is somehow greater.
There's no awareness of his space, nothing but the grief that fills his chest like a tightly packed balloon, and he drops to his knees without even realizing he'd been falling, but the impact only elicits a soft grunt from him. What is physical pain in the face of this?
"How?!"
His voice echoes in the odd space they inhabit. Or maybe it's in his head. It doesn't matter. He's untethered and lost and he's not sure he could regain his composure now if he tried.
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Spock closes his eyes and breath in deep, nostrils flaring. He cannot meditate in this place. He cannot dismiss his thoughts so easily. How does an entire planet just go and take his mother with it?
He doesn't have the strength to ask about his father, T'Pring, the culture and wisdom that doubtless could not all be so easily saved in such a situation. Michael is gone from his life now, but she is not dead and she will outlive him. This is no more permanent, but the loss is somehow greater.
There's no awareness of his space, nothing but the grief that fills his chest like a tightly packed balloon, and he drops to his knees without even realizing he'd been falling, but the impact only elicits a soft grunt from him. What is physical pain in the face of this?
"How?!"
His voice echoes in the odd space they inhabit. Or maybe it's in his head. It doesn't matter. He's untethered and lost and he's not sure he could regain his composure now if he tried.