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nexus_crossings2017-06-16 06:58 pm
primelogic) wrote in nexus_crossings2017-06-16 06:58 pm
On Second Chances
A world without time.
Worlds upon worlds, eras intermingling. Species crossing who would never otherwise cross paths. Never ending, infinitely possible. All coalesced into one shared space where the impossible is not only probable, but for certain exists around every corner.
"Fascinating."
The young may come and go through this place with the purpose and rush that that they so often have, but for the particularly old Vulcan who has ended up here there hardly seems to be a hurry. He patiently strolls up and down the streets of the plaza, through the shopping districts, and round to more open areas with parks full of lush grasses of varying colors.
The summer weather is favorable for one used to a more arid and warm climate. Ambassador Spock finds a quiet sunny bench to take a seat at and relaxes against the worn wooden frame with the peeling paint. Ah, but that's right. There are requirements here for those who seek answers.
"If one found themselves in an opportunity to meet their past self, what words of wisdom would you feel obligated to impart?"
Worlds upon worlds, eras intermingling. Species crossing who would never otherwise cross paths. Never ending, infinitely possible. All coalesced into one shared space where the impossible is not only probable, but for certain exists around every corner.
"Fascinating."
The young may come and go through this place with the purpose and rush that that they so often have, but for the particularly old Vulcan who has ended up here there hardly seems to be a hurry. He patiently strolls up and down the streets of the plaza, through the shopping districts, and round to more open areas with parks full of lush grasses of varying colors.
The summer weather is favorable for one used to a more arid and warm climate. Ambassador Spock finds a quiet sunny bench to take a seat at and relaxes against the worn wooden frame with the peeling paint. Ah, but that's right. There are requirements here for those who seek answers.
"If one found themselves in an opportunity to meet their past self, what words of wisdom would you feel obligated to impart?"
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To be back among long deceased comrades, and yet to not belong with them. Among them. To watch his home planet and the millions of lives on it destroyed because he had not been quick enough to save another. Unimaginable pain and sorrow. Spock is not certain even the Kholinar would have been able to stop anyone with a beating heart from the pain he felt at watching Vulcan be destroyed.
"I made it clear I would not interfere with his life or decisions. That I would dedicate myself fully to helping our nearly extinct people. It has been....difficult. To say the least."
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What else can he do, but that?
"I mourn to hear of your people's struggles, and your own," he says, quietly. "My own people place great value on life; that is a most worthy dedication."