all tied to their things

"My wife, this...affectionate epithet."

("Oh, my sweet Spocklet. I hope you'll always be just as you wish yourself to be. You do me so proud.")

"Yes?"

Sarek considers his actual words carefully. "It is almost like a fetishization of the sounds of Vulkhansu."

Amanda nods indulgently, as checked. "Maybe so, Sarek. But isn't he cute?"

"He is...an admirable child."

Sarek's own singly-Vulcan nature wars with itself. Admirable for his make? Admirable in spite of it? Admirable, irrelevant of all?

He cannot say, and the concept of unfairness bubbles up in such foreignness that he cannot but dismiss it.