VUHLKANSU. 

❝  spock…  ❞   he won’t pretend that it isn’t STRANGE to say his own name in such an unfamiliar tone. it is not that which his father would have used, nor does it have the chide that a certain captain of the enterprise had inflected. he stands in a relaxed posture, ancient eyes reflecting the image of his counterpart.      ❝   i urge you to remain in starfleet. there will come a time where you find that you cannot recall the beauty of vulcan. but that memory now lies behind you, where only you may reach.   ❞  

                       A   MIRROR   IMAGE.    he    stares    into   those   greying   eyes   ,    finding   wisdom   far    beyond   his     years     reflecting    unto    him.     an    URGING    voice   ,    almost   familiar    ,    slipping   past    lips     is    impossible    to    ignore.      he    holds     back    his     own     rejection    ,    letting   it    DIE    on    his   tongue       (   a   BITTER   bite.    )        ‘     our   people  ,    ‘    he   insists    ,    a    vulnerable    conflict   ,    border   -    lining    CONFUSION    in    his   gaze     ——–     contrasting     such     surety    in    the     other’s.    

                         he    had    thought    of   his    options   for   days   ,    the    choice    to    leave    starfleet    was   not    only    LOGICAL   ,    but    moral.    for   the    sake   of    the   vulcan    species.    and   yet    he    confides    in    HIMSELF   ,     an    option    bestowed    upon    him    the    very   opposite.    his    next   question    is    hesitant.    ‘     is    this    what    you    would    have    done   ?     ——     i    would    be    of    great   use    to   rebuilding.    ‘