It hurt to move, but it was also hard for him to remain still like this. Partly because he wished to flinch, and would not, and partly because of the sores that plagued him still.
It was only when Pike met his eyes again, and Kirk congratulated himself in remaining still, in meeting them, that he realized he had not made a move while Pike looked away. And that told him more than he wanted to know about himself. He had no hope that he could overpower the man. But the fact he hadn't tried, hadn't instinctively taken that slim window of false opportunity, said something. Perhaps he hadn't broken. But he was bent.
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Date: 2010-01-20 07:33 pm (UTC)It was only when Pike met his eyes again, and Kirk congratulated himself in remaining still, in meeting them, that he realized he had not made a move while Pike looked away. And that told him more than he wanted to know about himself. He had no hope that he could overpower the man. But the fact he hadn't tried, hadn't instinctively taken that slim window of false opportunity, said something. Perhaps he hadn't broken. But he was bent.
He'd recover. He'd try again. He had to.
"What do you want?"