If he was honest with himself--and Kirk usually was--the thought gave him some pause, too. Part of that, he realized, was jealousy. The knowledge that he and Spock did not share what they had in this other universe bothered him, had bothered him for some time. That he himself had been able to reach that Spock, he was certain. But what of his counterpart, a man who hadn't the ability either Pike or Spock did to even stand and converse? Some romantic part of him wanted him-and-Spock-and-Bones to be something in any universe. Another part of him just wanted to believe he himself would have risen above the brutal culture of that world.
But he could see the other side, perhaps more clearly than Spock. Spock needed someone. Especially having seen what he had, that Spock needed an anchor even more than his own did. He did not like what he'd seen, but he'd recognized its cold comfort in a world like that. The necessity of something.
"His connection with his own Pike was deep, but not of that nature," he explained. "And despite the staggering similarities between our worlds, our circumstances are very different. It's not easy, being confronted with the possibilities lying within oneself."
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Date: 2009-09-02 07:50 pm (UTC)But he could see the other side, perhaps more clearly than Spock. Spock needed someone. Especially having seen what he had, that Spock needed an anchor even more than his own did. He did not like what he'd seen, but he'd recognized its cold comfort in a world like that. The necessity of something.
"His connection with his own Pike was deep, but not of that nature," he explained. "And despite the staggering similarities between our worlds, our circumstances are very different. It's not easy, being confronted with the possibilities lying within oneself."