This Spock and his Spock, Pike mused to himself, are not so different. That same flare of rebellion, denial of the truth, had been in the eyes of a much younger Vulcan eleven years ago. Like a great panther, dark eyed and haired, sleek grace and power, brought to hand by someone who knew just the right amount of dominance and offerings to make it lay at his side.
"Why are you so very sure I would do anything to hurt your friends or mates?" Pike asked with a raised eyebrow, not acknowledging the comment on his pain. "Why are you so sure that I would do anything to destroy the life you have?" His tone kept calm, unbowing beneath Spock's command.
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Date: 2009-08-27 02:55 pm (UTC)"Why are you so very sure I would do anything to hurt your friends or mates?" Pike asked with a raised eyebrow, not acknowledging the comment on his pain. "Why are you so sure that I would do anything to destroy the life you have?" His tone kept calm, unbowing beneath Spock's command.