Date: 2010-01-21 02:18 am (UTC)
Everything was spinning, time spiraling inward until it had no meaning. No measure but how close the blade was to parting his flesh.

"Pike. Captain," Kirk babbled, his voice simultaneously more fluid now but hoarse. "Don't." He licked his lips, or tried. "Please."

He was dead anyway.
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