what could've saved me? cuckoo cocoon

"Your mother..." Sarek says, as denotation over connotation.

Spock finds himself impassive, though he shouldn't.

"I am sorry. I am filled with sorrow. My every fibre pulses hollowly, as if its very centre has been stripped."

Incense is, indeed, an arcane thing, unfit to the efficiency of this their present future.

It is not Vulcan to take rage. It is neither Vulcan to express remorse.

"Do you understand me? I am sorry. But to you, my father, I do not apologize."

Life. Death. Only matters of time.

Time ill spent, by the measure of one who so loved manifest humanity.