[He gives it only a moment, not wishing to drag out the waiting. Placing his fingers firmly on Jim's cheek and brow, Spock applies light pressure. Their thoughts, one and the same.]
[He's not as experienced with this as Spock Prime is, a few snapshots of the ship pass by in a flurry, attached to them is a feeling of warmth: home, family, mine, before it all calms down. His mind is a loch (peat soil), gentle winds rippling the surface, held in by the mountains, content to be what it is. The depths are murky, objects only discernible when the water is disturbed, or by sharp eyes.]
[Brief, and sudden, the death of Vulcan, and Jim's death, are all there, swirling whirlpools, but he dampens those. They are not for sharing, not right now. He simply waits, searches for the moment Jim mentioned: I was here previously, let me see.]
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[He's not as experienced with this as Spock Prime is, a few snapshots of the ship pass by in a flurry, attached to them is a feeling of warmth: home, family, mine, before it all calms down. His mind is a loch (peat soil), gentle winds rippling the surface, held in by the mountains, content to be what it is. The depths are murky, objects only discernible when the water is disturbed, or by sharp eyes.]
[Brief, and sudden, the death of Vulcan, and Jim's death, are all there, swirling whirlpools, but he dampens those. They are not for sharing, not right now. He simply waits, searches for the moment Jim mentioned: I was here previously, let me see.]