I don't think you like the way I do things. Spock blinks in surprise. "'I don't like you' - there is no need to insult me. I neither like nor dislike the way that you do things, however, your modus operandi is a fickle and unstable subject, on which it is very hard to form any certain and uniform judgment. There can be no doubt that I would take issue with it at points. In my observation, you seem to get things to work but do not always understand how they work. We could call it practical experience but I think I prefer to refrain."
He doesn't like the way that Kirk does things. It's change. He isn't going to admit it. And yet, Kirk is exactly the thing that made Spock turn his head on the Science Academy so many years ago. In comparison to a vessel on an exploratory mission, to Starfleet, to Spock the Science Academy had seemed limpid. In comparison to James T. Kirk, leaping without looking, the Vulcan way of doing things seemed endlessly efficient, but in the end ... strangely disapppointing, as if Spock had, until meeting this man, behaved like some traveler cautious of that very disappointment, content with brief glimpses out into the world.
He hesitates in turn, forced to concentrate for a moment on swallowing any frustration at being handed himself so plainly before they made themselves apparent. "However. Jim. Despite any of this, after what has happened, I can no longer go out into the universe with an insurance policy in my pocket guaranteeing my return in the event of a disappointment. It's been over half of a Solar year for you. For myself, slightly less than a month's time since the destruction of my entire planet, the death of the majority of my family, the loss of things important to me to such a degree that you could barely comprehend. The war-time murder of hundreds of civilian Romulans on a vessel that I willingly destroyed. Arrival in this place. I ... hated Nero. I hate whatever has brought us here. Hate is not something that is particularly easy to come back from. Please be patient. Be patient as I grasp for equilibrium. That is what all of this is about, after all. Very selfish of me."
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Date: 2012-06-03 10:48 pm (UTC)He doesn't like the way that Kirk does things. It's change. He isn't going to admit it. And yet, Kirk is exactly the thing that made Spock turn his head on the Science Academy so many years ago. In comparison to a vessel on an exploratory mission, to Starfleet, to Spock the Science Academy had seemed limpid. In comparison to James T. Kirk, leaping without looking, the Vulcan way of doing things seemed endlessly efficient, but in the end ... strangely disapppointing, as if Spock had, until meeting this man, behaved like some traveler cautious of that very disappointment, content with brief glimpses out into the world.
He hesitates in turn, forced to concentrate for a moment on swallowing any frustration at being handed himself so plainly before they made themselves apparent. "However. Jim. Despite any of this, after what has happened, I can no longer go out into the universe with an insurance policy in my pocket guaranteeing my return in the event of a disappointment. It's been over half of a Solar year for you. For myself, slightly less than a month's time since the destruction of my entire planet, the death of the majority of my family, the loss of things important to me to such a degree that you could barely comprehend. The war-time murder of hundreds of civilian Romulans on a vessel that I willingly destroyed. Arrival in this place. I ... hated Nero. I hate whatever has brought us here. Hate is not something that is particularly easy to come back from. Please be patient. Be patient as I grasp for equilibrium. That is what all of this is about, after all. Very selfish of me."