[He continues, the tune turning harsh again. Jim telling him he'd never loved his mother, and the anger bleeds through in the quick, desperate movement of the fingers, reaching a crescendo. He's strangling Jim, all his rage and guilt pouring through that skin-to-skin contact, and abruptly, his father calls out his name, and he stops. The music stops, too, and turns quiet, mournful. The transporter room had been emptied to give him space.]
It was cruel. [What you said about her. What you had to] And yet. It was necessary.
[He puts the lute down, on his lap, and quietly-]
I understand why you called for me, and not Doctor McCoy.
no subject
[Spock smirks. Just a little playful.]
No one had ever beaten the Kobayashi Maru.
[He continues, the tune turning harsh again. Jim telling him he'd never loved his mother, and the anger bleeds through in the quick, desperate movement of the fingers, reaching a crescendo. He's strangling Jim, all his rage and guilt pouring through that skin-to-skin contact, and abruptly, his father calls out his name, and he stops. The music stops, too, and turns quiet, mournful. The transporter room had been emptied to give him space.]
It was cruel. [What you said about her. What you had to] And yet. It was necessary.
[He puts the lute down, on his lap, and quietly-]
I understand why you called for me, and not Doctor McCoy.