The gloves. They had figured prominently in young Spock's memories. Supple leather, gleaming dull black. Why had no one removed this weaponry from the prisoner?
The man's grasp of his native language was unforeseen. Fascinating.
"It is this that intrigues me, Pike. What was your reasoning? I do not doubt that you have learned to emulate the eschak.
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Date: 2009-08-14 02:35 am (UTC)The man's grasp of his native language was unforeseen. Fascinating.
"It is this that intrigues me, Pike. What was your reasoning? I do not doubt that you have learned to emulate the eschak.