"We must take that risk," Jim said. "Or we've as much as executed him ourselves." He glanced back at the trio. "Spock seems to think he's worth saving. And so do I."
His grip on Jim was unconsciously tight, as if he was holding himself back as much as anything else. He knew he could not interfere, despite the interference that roiled within him around the bond, tugging and twisting and making him think he'd be lucky to retain the contents of his stomach. A light sheen of sweat had broken out about his temples, a headache, dismissed for now, having begun at the base of his skull.
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Date: 2009-09-14 01:58 pm (UTC)His grip on Jim was unconsciously tight, as if he was holding himself back as much as anything else. He knew he could not interfere, despite the interference that roiled within him around the bond, tugging and twisting and making him think he'd be lucky to retain the contents of his stomach. A light sheen of sweat had broken out about his temples, a headache, dismissed for now, having begun at the base of his skull.