Date: 2009-09-14 04:29 pm (UTC)
Pike looked to the Spock that was holding him [weakness, signs of weakness], then back to the blackness on the other side of the doors. Spock had always come into his mind, through those doors, and he could not remember going through them himself. His t'hy'la was on the other side of those open doors.

Go. Part statement, part question, part command. Yet he turned his head enough to look back at Spock again, an almost thankful expression. This had been the one, much to his own surprise, to comfort him, help him. It was a near-unknown in his own universe, but here it could not make sense to aid the enemy either. Something to think on, later.
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Captain Christopher Richard Pike

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