"I'd rather do that than be sitting here, devoid of any chance to have a say of my potential future. There are many possibilities, including that you and I could never leave this universe. The idea of being here," He gestured about his cell, "If that was the truth is worse then death, and indeed would turn me to forcing my way out instead of remaining as I have. It could be days, weeks, years until my Spock finds a way."
For just a moment, his eyes dropped. Only a single moment, then lifted again. The pain of the bond throbbed like a constantly bleeding wound in his mind - he could not last like this for too long without the half of it. Spock, Jim's Spock, had ended up in sickbay in a comatose state after only a short time, the bond so new.
This separation had been like tearing out flesh, an organ, instead of newly placed stitches.
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Date: 2009-09-07 08:20 pm (UTC)For just a moment, his eyes dropped. Only a single moment, then lifted again. The pain of the bond throbbed like a constantly bleeding wound in his mind - he could not last like this for too long without the half of it. Spock, Jim's Spock, had ended up in sickbay in a comatose state after only a short time, the bond so new.
This separation had been like tearing out flesh, an organ, instead of newly placed stitches.