He doesn't know what it is. Maybe it's the cross-dimensional humiliation he's suffering or the fact maybe this man is beginning to think he is that Spock. He didn't know what this Pike had done to him in another life, but he'd show him what he could here, now, in this one.
Spock lurches forward, hand off the phaser, and his fingers find the meld points on Pike's face like he's thought about this before. He doesn't let him have a physical reaction, because the very next moment his mind has bulldozed its way into Pike's, seizing it like the agonizer had seized his muscles, keeping the physical realm immobile while he can pillage through his memories and thoughts. He's going to take what he wants, and then he's going to leave him in tatters, a vegetable of a man, a disposable shame on the very name of Christopher Pike, not the man he knows and certainly not the man he respects, among other things.
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Date: 2009-07-25 06:30 pm (UTC)Spock lurches forward, hand off the phaser, and his fingers find the meld points on Pike's face like he's thought about this before. He doesn't let him have a physical reaction, because the very next moment his mind has bulldozed its way into Pike's, seizing it like the agonizer had seized his muscles, keeping the physical realm immobile while he can pillage through his memories and thoughts. He's going to take what he wants, and then he's going to leave him in tatters, a vegetable of a man, a disposable shame on the very name of Christopher Pike, not the man he knows and certainly not the man he respects, among other things.