It was a trick question. Had to be. McCoy had saved him. Tended to him. For his own reasons, no doubt about that but the facts were there. Pike had taken him out of Iowa and put him in the brig and taken him out again but it was McCoy Kirk owed this to, to the extent he was capable of recognizing anything like gratitude toward someone who took such obvious joy in his work.
Kirk recognized that electricity, too. It was the only thing he'd had to relieve the grey monotony of his own thoughts and the four moving walls.
"Guess that's your call," he spat, throat grinding. McCoy was a fucking freak but he mostly did what he said and said what he did. And there wasn't much room in him right now for hatred that didn't belong to Pike. He glared at the man with the hazy intensity of a man too far gone to remember he has anything left to lose. "This what you ordered?"
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Date: 2010-01-20 06:58 pm (UTC)Kirk recognized that electricity, too. It was the only thing he'd had to relieve the grey monotony of his own thoughts and the four moving walls.
"Guess that's your call," he spat, throat grinding. McCoy was a fucking freak but he mostly did what he said and said what he did. And there wasn't much room in him right now for hatred that didn't belong to Pike. He glared at the man with the hazy intensity of a man too far gone to remember he has anything left to lose. "This what you ordered?"