[ The question makes Jim's back straighten immediately; a rigidity that makes his shoulders square, and his face turn far more serious than at any point before. Fingers curl firmly, and his voice steadies when he answers. ]
It doesn't matter, to me. I'm not here to fulfill my goal. I don't trust the orbs, and I don't want them to lend me their power, not for anything in the world.
[ He takes a breath, knowing full well that, to someone who's lost as much as Spock has, the next bit won't be easy to hear, but he says it nevertheless. ]
And I don't think any of us has the right to decide on what gets to be undone. Sometimes things seem to happen for all the wrong reasons, but we shouldn't get to go back and rewrite them. It's not right, and we're no more entitled to that than any other person in any other universe who might be living with regrets of their own.
no subject
It doesn't matter, to me. I'm not here to fulfill my goal. I don't trust the orbs, and I don't want them to lend me their power, not for anything in the world.
[ He takes a breath, knowing full well that, to someone who's lost as much as Spock has, the next bit won't be easy to hear, but he says it nevertheless. ]
And I don't think any of us has the right to decide on what gets to be undone. Sometimes things seem to happen for all the wrong reasons, but we shouldn't get to go back and rewrite them. It's not right, and we're no more entitled to that than any other person in any other universe who might be living with regrets of their own.