[ Xenk watches in mild horror. Pain like this is something hew recognizes now. To feel such fear so young, to carry such burdens... It had clearly made Kirk who he is, better or worse.
The worst part is Kirk looks right in his gold and black jacket, but Xenk tries not to focus on that. It isn't the time. Watching Kirk break down, both the child before him and the man he knows, Xenk can only place a hand on his neck, hoping to steady him. ]
James. This is not your fault.
[ He is not good at comforting people. He has no memory of ever being comforted, his own parents could barely manage it, in their enthrallment. Still, he rubs Kirk's neck and shoulders, his large hand easily enveloping him. ]
You are only a child, James. It is clear you have bled for them, guided them where none else would. You cannot be blamed for the creatures outside, any more than you could be blamed for the winter snow.
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The worst part is Kirk looks right in his gold and black jacket, but Xenk tries not to focus on that. It isn't the time. Watching Kirk break down, both the child before him and the man he knows, Xenk can only place a hand on his neck, hoping to steady him. ]
James. This is not your fault.
[ He is not good at comforting people. He has no memory of ever being comforted, his own parents could barely manage it, in their enthrallment. Still, he rubs Kirk's neck and shoulders, his large hand easily enveloping him. ]
You are only a child, James. It is clear you have bled for them, guided them where none else would. You cannot be blamed for the creatures outside, any more than you could be blamed for the winter snow.