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He loved her.
Against all reason, this he felt.
The first smile she showed him was the first that was not his own.
She was cold by human standards, yes, but she was also mercurial. Flashes of a wicked hot temperament would strike her eyes first and then the words would flow.
He was emotional by Vulcan standards, yes, but he was also simple in mind. The choices that made sense were simply those that were sense.
They shared their thoughts, whatever they were, with each other.
They shared everything.
The planet was dying.
It was known why, but they could not stop it.
All they could do was wait until assistance would arrive.
Surely it would.
It did.
For him, but not her.
They were so close, he recalled later.
She must have known, or perhaps it was an instinct.
How very human..
They were on the edge of things,
The edge of sanity
The edge of deliverance
The edge of the cliff.
She surveyed the destruction of the dying world.
What is the use of pride if it does not add a day to a life?
Our pride is all we will have. It will help us rebuild.
He glanced at their son, who had lead them through the halls of the past.
Your son is a great man.
Our son..
He has your smile.
Do not follow me.
What?
Do not follow me. The road is unsteady.
I will be beside you.
Not this time.
Her eyes still in fear and then at peace.
He will see this through.
Yes, I believe he will.
He has your eyes, Amanda.
And then she fell, passing into the void.
He could not hear her sadness, her despair, her dying thought.
For if he would have, he would have been lost himself.
It was common, for when one was lost and it was not expected, the other would find themselves broken.
She knew this. That was the only reason she was silent. It must be.
Why else would she have quieted her mind?
He has your eyes, Amanda.