To that, Kirk said nothing at all. He didn't look up, eyes narrowed as he stared at the bed. He didn't reach out, didn't speak another word. Allowing Jim to leave. His eyes closed slowly, tired and unknowing. He could feel a slow roll in his stomach, churning and hot, thinking about the pain he could remember from that long ago mixed with the deep green and orange and black of what happened on the Narada.

Due process. Starfleet would have Nero executed or thrown into jail. The latter.. what good would it do? He could escape again. There was so much that could happen.

Maybe I should talk with Pike about this.