Jim glanced at Kirk as he spoke, pulling his attention away from the Spocks--at least on the surface--to observe and support. He laid a hand on the other Jim's shoulder, silently approving. He did not want Pike to die. Nor Spock. The knowledge that this was not the Terran Empire Spock he had met--not just because of the time difference--stuck with him but refused to entirely integrate into his feelings about it.
"You're doing the right thing," he said, low and strained. His tone implied, even if this fucks everything up.
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Date: 2009-09-14 01:49 pm (UTC)"You're doing the right thing," he said, low and strained. His tone implied, even if this fucks everything up.