Jim's shoulders dropped a little, and his hand came up. He almost touched Sybok on the arm, something he would have easily done for a member of his crew, but it hovered before it dropped. There would always be a part of him, maybe some forgotten bit of psychic remnants in the human mind, that would feel deep what someone else was. Empathy, always empathy.
His tone had changed, softened. "...Would it be that bad for Spock?" Not a tone that pleaded for it to not be, but wanted to know the truth. "With it being so new, and Nyota being a part of him still?"
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Jim's shoulders dropped a little, and his hand came up. He almost touched Sybok on the arm, something he would have easily done for a member of his crew, but it hovered before it dropped. There would always be a part of him, maybe some forgotten bit of psychic remnants in the human mind, that would feel deep what someone else was. Empathy, always empathy.
His tone had changed, softened. "...Would it be that bad for Spock?" Not a tone that pleaded for it to not be, but wanted to know the truth. "With it being so new, and Nyota being a part of him still?"