Sometimes I ask for death. Not in front of Spock. That would be too much. Too cruel. But to myself. I didn’t think I would have to face this.
And now I am.
Would it have been better to be lost during a mission saving others as the other Kirk was? I sometimes think…
Judging by the edge of panic I detected in Spock’s voice he was concerned again. I must have spaced out.
I missed it.
I smiled, didn’t know if it was forced. No longer cared really. I squeezed his hand. “Right here, Spock.”