Curiosity is what tempts him to say, strong in its force once it is able to take from both of their identities. He wants to see through the doors to the other side, he wants to feel what they feel, but his counterpart is standing in his way and anything he feels is filtered, secondhand, a shadow of the euphoria blossoming at the moment.
With the doors flung open, he feels impossibly young and out of place, unwanted and unneeded. Spock knows he'll learn nothing more by lingering, and if he's honest with himself, the sudden feel of this familiar mind (in all its yearning force) makes him shiver outside and inside.
Spock pulls himself from them. He seperates his identity with little grace since he has none to bestow on the procedure, which leaves him with a painful reminder of his own individuality knocked back into his head. He nearly bumps into his mirror at his side as he sways, and the momentum of jerking his hand back threatens to affect his entire center of gravity.
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Date: 2009-09-14 03:08 pm (UTC)With the doors flung open, he feels impossibly young and out of place, unwanted and unneeded. Spock knows he'll learn nothing more by lingering, and if he's honest with himself, the sudden feel of this familiar mind (in all its yearning force) makes him shiver outside and inside.
Spock pulls himself from them. He seperates his identity with little grace since he has none to bestow on the procedure, which leaves him with a painful reminder of his own individuality knocked back into his head. He nearly bumps into his mirror at his side as he sways, and the momentum of jerking his hand back threatens to affect his entire center of gravity.