Jim could have helped. It's what he wants to say, Felix knows. And he could have been hurt, which is a little of what Felix fears, or he could have seen something to repulse and horrify him about the truth of the conjurer's work. But most of all, he could have learned the true scope of Felix's negotiations - the kind of things he's been trying to ask, and the beings he's considered asking. And if he did that, well, he probably wouldn't approve.
He's too out of it to come up with a soothing comment, any kind of excuse. And maybe that's for the best. It's a good time to keep quiet and listen and let go any protest about taking Jim's coat.
His thoughts, such as they are, come to a screeching halt when Jim mentions leadership. His head snaps up to look at Jim, stiff and reddened fingers clutching with difficulty at the coat around him. "You're going out there?"
The clumsy gesture of his hand nonetheless points toward the boundary so close by down the street. They both know exactly what it looks like, that freezing chaos kept just at bay by the torches. And yet even in the moment he blurts out that fearful question he knows the answer. He knows Jim Kirk, after all.
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He's too out of it to come up with a soothing comment, any kind of excuse. And maybe that's for the best. It's a good time to keep quiet and listen and let go any protest about taking Jim's coat.
His thoughts, such as they are, come to a screeching halt when Jim mentions leadership. His head snaps up to look at Jim, stiff and reddened fingers clutching with difficulty at the coat around him. "You're going out there?"
The clumsy gesture of his hand nonetheless points toward the boundary so close by down the street. They both know exactly what it looks like, that freezing chaos kept just at bay by the torches. And yet even in the moment he blurts out that fearful question he knows the answer. He knows Jim Kirk, after all.