[ Spock has never asked for the weight of expectation he bears. He did not ask to be born the second prince of Vulcan. He did not ask to be the highly bio-engineered child of the first bid for peace between his home planet and Earth. He did not ask for an older brother who scorns everything it means to be Vulcan. He did not ask to be put under a microscope for every moment of every day, his every word and action analyzed, weighed and measured.
He did not ask to have the eyes of a planetary civilization judging him Vulcan enough.
He did not ask for any of it, but it is the life he was born into and so he has done as he must. He has excelled. A brilliant scientist, a firm politician, and first and foremost, the utmost example of proper Vulcan logic.
Every decision he has ever made has been based upon logic. Upon the need to control his emotions and present the perfect prince that he must become. There is no choice. A prince cannot be anything less than the ideal of his people. His life is in service to them rather than his own.
When he is informed he will be marrying one of the Terran princes, Spock only nods, calm and emotionless as ever, and carries on with his day. There is no point to protesting. The arranged marriage to solidify the alliance between their peoples is a logical course of action. He should be pleased that he can be of use in this way, in addition to the other roles he performs, until his father is finally ready to step down from the throne.
James Kirk is not objectionable. The path stretching out for him is at least tolerable.
As he stands here with his fiance, still in the heavy layers of the finery he wore to dinner, staring at the man to whom he will be wed, Spock finds that tolerable is no longer acceptable.
When Jim speaks, Spock tilts his head, considering. ]
None. Our marriage will not obstruct any of my duties owed to the Vulcan people. [ That seems to be the end of it, the words crisp and cool. But then Spock adds: ] As you are also discontent with our impending matrimony, I propose we commandeer a ship and remove ourselves from this sector of the quadrant.
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He did not ask to have the eyes of a planetary civilization judging him Vulcan enough.
He did not ask for any of it, but it is the life he was born into and so he has done as he must. He has excelled. A brilliant scientist, a firm politician, and first and foremost, the utmost example of proper Vulcan logic.
Every decision he has ever made has been based upon logic. Upon the need to control his emotions and present the perfect prince that he must become. There is no choice. A prince cannot be anything less than the ideal of his people. His life is in service to them rather than his own.
When he is informed he will be marrying one of the Terran princes, Spock only nods, calm and emotionless as ever, and carries on with his day. There is no point to protesting. The arranged marriage to solidify the alliance between their peoples is a logical course of action. He should be pleased that he can be of use in this way, in addition to the other roles he performs, until his father is finally ready to step down from the throne.
James Kirk is not objectionable. The path stretching out for him is at least tolerable.
As he stands here with his fiance, still in the heavy layers of the finery he wore to dinner, staring at the man to whom he will be wed, Spock finds that tolerable is no longer acceptable.
When Jim speaks, Spock tilts his head, considering. ]
None. Our marriage will not obstruct any of my duties owed to the Vulcan people. [ That seems to be the end of it, the words crisp and cool. But then Spock adds: ] As you are also discontent with our impending matrimony, I propose we commandeer a ship and remove ourselves from this sector of the quadrant.