The shift was sudden, throwing him for a moment as he looked around. He
licked his lips and settled into his chair, the action oddly comforting to
him as the stars swept by. His hands clenched on the arms of his chair, and
he looked up at Spock. His look was somewhat accusatory, but another part
of him knew what Spock said was true. He felt guilty that he survived when
others had not.
He might have been born with that guilt. He had survived, and his father
had not. His mother had known it, and she never saw him. She traveled
amongst the stars and left Kirk chained to the earth, a burden to his Uncle
who had never wanted him.
"Should I not feel guilty?" he demanded of him. "Isn't it true that I could
have prevented everything from the last year if I had just listened? Or if
I had made another decision?"
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The shift was sudden, throwing him for a moment as he looked around. He licked his lips and settled into his chair, the action oddly comforting to him as the stars swept by. His hands clenched on the arms of his chair, and he looked up at Spock. His look was somewhat accusatory, but another part of him knew what Spock said was true. He felt guilty that he survived when others had not.
He might have been born with that guilt. He had survived, and his father had not. His mother had known it, and she never saw him. She traveled amongst the stars and left Kirk chained to the earth, a burden to his Uncle who had never wanted him.
"Should I not feel guilty?" he demanded of him. "Isn't it true that I could have prevented everything from the last year if I had just listened? Or if I had made another decision?"