For an even briefer moment, Sybok was almost pulled forth into his own curiosity, the need to follow fleeting, hidden pains that were kept at all times from the light of day. Those were the true gems to find in his galaxy, yet he had to postpone his own needs. Again, he reminded himself, he was here for Spock.
Such blue eyes--he didn't fault his brother at all for the choice.
"We were bonded for three seasons, roughly a year on your calendar. When they severed us--" He had to close his eyes, because instead of fierce blue in his mind he saw the golden brown, light and rich and knowing, and could almost feel the reaching brush of her mind like the sensation of a phantom limb.
"I was unconscious for two weeks through no will of my own. My first year on Gault were spent reclaiming my mind from hallucinations as well as my will to live." Thanks to stronger, deeper, and older convictions, and the healers hadn't exactly been kind. Clinical, maybe, but never merciful. "The ability to use higher mathematics returned after another year through diligent study. That could be called the worst of it."
But, really, truthfully, Sybok knew that the worst of it was the persistent feeling of emptiness looming around every other corner of his mind. Everywhere there was evidence of the bond, like scratches gouged deep into polished wood.
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Such blue eyes--he didn't fault his brother at all for the choice.
"We were bonded for three seasons, roughly a year on your calendar. When they severed us--" He had to close his eyes, because instead of fierce blue in his mind he saw the golden brown, light and rich and knowing, and could almost feel the reaching brush of her mind like the sensation of a phantom limb.
"I was unconscious for two weeks through no will of my own. My first year on Gault were spent reclaiming my mind from hallucinations as well as my will to live." Thanks to stronger, deeper, and older convictions, and the healers hadn't exactly been kind. Clinical, maybe, but never merciful. "The ability to use higher mathematics returned after another year through diligent study. That could be called the worst of it."
But, really, truthfully, Sybok knew that the worst of it was the persistent feeling of emptiness looming around every other corner of his mind. Everywhere there was evidence of the bond, like scratches gouged deep into polished wood.