"Jim," Spock says. He can count the number of times that he's used the man's given name on the fingers of both hands, still. Setting what's in his hands down on the table, he leans forward from the tightness of before. He doesn't become warmer or even more attentive, but different. "That's what I just said. Why are you different? It's clearly not as complicated as I'm trying to make it. If you're asking me for an answer, I will try to give you one. You may not be satisfied with it. I have decided ... within the last forty-seven seconds, that I am."
Because the alternatives make less sense than acceptance.
"You say ... I make you better. He says ... we need each other. Why are you different? Because you are you. Because I am I. Because I have not shared with those other people the experiences that I have shared with you. The question that I am amiss in not bothering to ask myself until now is ... "
The marker of a question ought to be curiosity, but there is a thread of confident acceptance, instead, in Spock's voice. The entire conversation within Spock's mind between whatever selves he may be keeping in there very well may have been as easily summed up as, 'No.' Spock's final cumulative reply, it seems, is 'Yes.' It's not complicated at all. Perhaps the depth of caring could be calibrated by the number of different selves that were actively involved in a given relationship.
"Why is a man who calls himself a scientist behaving as if 'different' is 'bad?'"
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Date: 2012-06-03 01:27 am (UTC)Because the alternatives make less sense than acceptance.
"You say ... I make you better. He says ... we need each other. Why are you different? Because you are you. Because I am I. Because I have not shared with those other people the experiences that I have shared with you. The question that I am amiss in not bothering to ask myself until now is ... "
The marker of a question ought to be curiosity, but there is a thread of confident acceptance, instead, in Spock's voice. The entire conversation within Spock's mind between whatever selves he may be keeping in there very well may have been as easily summed up as, 'No.' Spock's final cumulative reply, it seems, is 'Yes.' It's not complicated at all. Perhaps the depth of caring could be calibrated by the number of different selves that were actively involved in a given relationship.
"Why is a man who calls himself a scientist behaving as if 'different' is 'bad?'"