"Find me someone who is. Feelings are messy and complicated, and they're meant to be that way." Jane slides a chair over with the top of her foot and sits down on it. "They're what motivates you. They keep you going. It's when you stop feeling and give up that you know you've got a real problem." Come find rock bottom with her Spock, she's seen it one too many times now.

It straight fucks you up.

Jane leans forward and rests her arms on her knees.

"I'd suggest therapy, but I'm not a hypocrite." She grins crookedly and shrugs one shoulder. If Command had there way, she'd still be locked up in a room somewhere talking about her repressed mommy issues.