[Sadness, Spock thinks, is a lot like walking on a planet with different gravity. Sometimes it is heavy, and every step takes more effort, other times it is light, barely present, but provides no solid anchor. It simply is.]
[He has learnt to let go. Anger is the only emotion he cannot yet quell, but grief has been there long enough for him to compartmentalise and understand. To lock the box away, and keep the key within reach.]
[Jim's presence is steadying. Spock wonders if he sings.]
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[He has learnt to let go. Anger is the only emotion he cannot yet quell, but grief has been there long enough for him to compartmentalise and understand. To lock the box away, and keep the key within reach.]
[Jim's presence is steadying. Spock wonders if he sings.]