It was a hand whose strength he knew far too well--with the brief flicker of a memory, he could feel the tug on his hair, a grip on his throat. But he was still a scientist at heart; he wanted to lurch forward, examine this all in detail--anything to get more information. But Spock stood still where he was. "Must you always destroy the remnants of other species?"
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Date: 2009-08-07 06:41 pm (UTC)