Captain James T. Kirk (
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[Jim moves up to the podium like a man who wears authority well: confident strides, straight back, a clear mission. For a moment it might seem the piazza is in for some rousing speech or recruiting presentation.
But when he turns to face the assembled, there's a seriousness to his expression. A slight drooping of those squared shoulders, as if burdened.]
How do you move on from loss?
But when he turns to face the assembled, there's a seriousness to his expression. A slight drooping of those squared shoulders, as if burdened.]
How do you move on from loss?
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( sorry for your loss, bro. no, really. she's sorry. sorry enough to actually speak gently to him, for once. )
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I know. They always say time heals all wounds, right? I just... wonder how much time that's gonna take.
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[ "300% more intense than necessary": quite possibly the subtitle of Claire DeWitt's future memoirs. Other possible subtitles include "probably understandable if you choose not to take any advice from this walking wreck of a human being" and "please stop chain smoking." ]
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Not the usual well-meaning but eventually empty platitudes I've been getting over the last year. I appreciate that.
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(Away from Kirk, she's not a total asshole.) ]
You'll come out of it. Anyone can see that.
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Thank you.
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I just keep coming back to it. Or it keeps coming back to me, in unexpected moments.
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Guess I hadn't been paying close enough attention to how important fucks were as a currency.
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[It's... it's not that she SMILES here, exactly, it's more that she. Bares her teeth at him.]
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I never do.
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[ You, whoever, they. Her tone is empathetic, anyway, a little quieter than usual. ]
Healing is a natural thing, if that helps. It happens of its own accord, as long as it isn't disrupted.
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What would disrupt healing?
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...Aggravating the injury. So, what: picking at the scab? Overextending yourself?
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[ ...Jim you're probably not using that word correctly. ]
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Continuing your routine... and work.
[ His voice doesn't waver. It is, unfortunately, the best advice a Vulcan can give. ]
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But then he sighs. Smiles a rueful little smile.]
That's excellent advice. I'm doing those things. I just find myself... preoccupied, I guess.
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But they press on. He nods. ]
It is understandable, Captain. I believe time to be the only option otherwise.
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[He sighs. It's not you, Spock, it's just...]
That's what everyone keeps telling me.
Patience has never been my strong suit.
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That is quite the understatement.
[ However, there is something he feels he should do. This is how Humans function and he does wish to acknowledge their customs. Jim has always been respectful about Vulcan ones, for all of his talk otherwise. ]
I am... Sorry, Jim. He was my captain as well.
[ In his timeline, that is. Bit confusing there, but he's trying with all his might to express he has a loss as well. It's different, but it is a loss. ]
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But then his expression sobers once more. He nods. He thinks he understands. Not the same man, not the same timeline... but close enough. Still a loss. ]
He was a good man, Spock. In any timeline.
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I would find that conclusion most correct, Captain.
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He's grateful, too, for the attempt at sympathy. For the contact. It's awkward but it's the effort that counts, the fact that Spock is trying. ]
Thank you. I'm glad we agree.
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[Rorschach's slightly muffled voice sounds completely detached. He'd lost everything at one point or another. His partner, his identity, even the streets he had once roamed to fight crime were now just rubble on the ground. What he'd learned from it all amounted to nothing. Life merely took and took until there was nothing left.]
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I want to move on but I'm afraid I'll only just break down.
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[There's no attempt to sugarcoat the words, less out of a sense of meanness and more from a general lack of tact. He's never been good at talking to people at the best of times.]
Must find strength from within. Everyone has it.
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All right.
[ Maybe he just needs to focus less on the hurt. Maybe this guy's right. ]
I'll remember that.
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And that's why he's willing to be honest. Partially, at least.)
Alcohol.
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My doctor says I should limit my intake.
Usually after he pours me a double bourbon.
[ And then, more seriously... ]
I won't lie, I've considered it.
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(There's a light shrug of his shoulders, it's certainly his main medicine in coping with loss, after all, though he's not going to divulge too much of himself at this point in time.)
There's work, too. Dames. I think distraction is the key to most ways people deal with it.
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[ There's a rueful smile. It's refreshing, for once, not to have his reputation precede him. ]
Ladies are always a good distraction. I'm starting to get to the stage, though, of feeling like I'm married to my work. My ship. Maybe I should throw myself in even deeper.
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(Ah, the joy of the multiverse, because Howard has no idea who you are. He simply sees a man dealing with problems he too struggles with, loathe as he is to admit to that.)
Work has always been my distraction of choice, for some reason people frown on that too sometimes. Find what makes you, not others happy. (A pause.) What type of ship do you have?