[ Jim can't imagine how 10,000 Vulcans choose to express their grief for the loss of their homeworld. He knows, from his own experience, how his mother chose to express hers over the years at the loss of his father on the day of her youngest son's birth. He still calls her on the day, even if he doesn't celebrate it for himself.
Hell, Bones was the only person he shared it with, even if it was weeks before the actual date. A glass for his father, and two for them to share. A toast to the dead but not the forgotten.
Jim hopes they will move past it one day. The deep scar that Nero left upon the fabric of their galaxy. So many lost. They still didn't even have an accurate count. It's almost unfathomable, and he witnessed it himself. He lets go a breath he didn't realize he was holding when he feels the shift of the transporter breaking his molecules apart, scattering, and then drawing him back together on the pad.
He looks, and Spock is beside him, Bones already starting to check him over with a bedside manner that grows on everyone like a kind of fungus that's relentless and impossibly grouchy. The fact that he had gotten Spock back to the ship, that his crew and family were safe and whole again, or would be soon was a hell of a relief.
He unbuttons the suit he'd worn at the cuffs, and reaches up to tug at the tie. He wants out of it as soon as possible, and to wash himself clean of all the events tied to it. To where Spock was, and what might have happened if they hadn't gotten to him as quickly as they did. ]
never apologize
Hell, Bones was the only person he shared it with, even if it was weeks before the actual date. A glass for his father, and two for them to share. A toast to the dead but not the forgotten.
Jim hopes they will move past it one day. The deep scar that Nero left upon the fabric of their galaxy. So many lost. They still didn't even have an accurate count. It's almost unfathomable, and he witnessed it himself. He lets go a breath he didn't realize he was holding when he feels the shift of the transporter breaking his molecules apart, scattering, and then drawing him back together on the pad.
He looks, and Spock is beside him, Bones already starting to check him over with a bedside manner that grows on everyone like a kind of fungus that's relentless and impossibly grouchy. The fact that he had gotten Spock back to the ship, that his crew and family were safe and whole again, or would be soon was a hell of a relief.
He unbuttons the suit he'd worn at the cuffs, and reaches up to tug at the tie. He wants out of it as soon as possible, and to wash himself clean of all the events tied to it. To where Spock was, and what might have happened if they hadn't gotten to him as quickly as they did. ]