[He follows trail of dust as the car disappears over the horizon, the policeman chasing it, and realises that even if the door is open, it does not need to be stepped through. This is part of Jim, just like his wonder and impulsiveness are part of him, and while Spock doesn't understand much about it he can still accept it easily.]
[He frowns, when he witnesses the request. We have no idea what the repercussions on the timeline will be, but ultimately his answer is not a no, it is a cautious request for further information. Nero carelessly changed history. If they are to reverse the effects they must be more thorough. While he disagrees that such a decision must be made on behalf of their entire universe, he can understand... the sentiment. I am not suffering. I have you, Nyota, and the crew.]
[To bolster that, and in response to Jim's unvoiced request, the landscape changes to the Vulcan desert. In the distance there is a house. This was my home, he says, as a small boy climbs over the rocks. There's a pure sense of freedom that rings all over it, even as the boy falls and scrapes his hands, and it remains as the images shift and that boy is now fully grown, standing on the bridge beside a friend - a good man - and eagerly looking forward to exploring the stars.]
[The stars. Spock is looking up, at Jim's ceiling, missing home, and Jim is now the one standing behind him. Their loss is one and the same, like Spock Prime's, except it is so much less when it is divided between them.]
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[He frowns, when he witnesses the request. We have no idea what the repercussions on the timeline will be, but ultimately his answer is not a no, it is a cautious request for further information. Nero carelessly changed history. If they are to reverse the effects they must be more thorough. While he disagrees that such a decision must be made on behalf of their entire universe, he can understand... the sentiment. I am not suffering. I have you, Nyota, and the crew.]
[To bolster that, and in response to Jim's unvoiced request, the landscape changes to the Vulcan desert. In the distance there is a house. This was my home, he says, as a small boy climbs over the rocks. There's a pure sense of freedom that rings all over it, even as the boy falls and scrapes his hands, and it remains as the images shift and that boy is now fully grown, standing on the bridge beside a friend - a good man - and eagerly looking forward to exploring the stars.]
[The stars. Spock is looking up, at Jim's ceiling, missing home, and Jim is now the one standing behind him. Their loss is one and the same, like Spock Prime's, except it is so much less when it is divided between them.]