Pike remained seated on the bed, staring down at his wrist. It was smudged with blood, the cut as clean as if it had been done by a knife. They had been outside of their bodies, but their bodies had still reacted.
What had that meld with Jim's Spock done to his own to change him? Things had surely been changed, as so many things would not have been kicked up in the last few hours alone as they had been without that other Spock's interference.
Yet those words. They were true, and though without the same words to be used, they were true in reverse. It was always disturbing to realize something so unknown about one's self.
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Date: 2009-10-11 07:31 pm (UTC)What had that meld with Jim's Spock done to his own to change him? Things had surely been changed, as so many things would not have been kicked up in the last few hours alone as they had been without that other Spock's interference.
Yet those words. They were true, and though without the same words to be used, they were true in reverse. It was always disturbing to realize something so unknown about one's self.