Kirk went, helplessly, all his strength not pausing his descent for a moment. Likewise his struggle was as useless as a fish on the line, feeble firings of muscle memory and no oxygen. Even with everything in him, all his will, focused on this one impossible possibility, he could not budge that hand. His panic was blind and absolute. Better to die. He gasped once before getting any coherent sound past Pike's fingers.
"Don't..." He tried again. "Kill me."
There was something wrong with that, some meaning the words had he didn't intend, but they slipped away from him.
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Date: 2010-01-20 11:26 pm (UTC)"Don't..." He tried again. "Kill me."
There was something wrong with that, some meaning the words had he didn't intend, but they slipped away from him.