[ Perhaps even a man like Xenk can't be cruel to a baby. Perhaps in another life, where Xenk was not raised by a man who was evil, he would have held a child before this. Was that the kind of man he was, in those memories? He cannot recall.
Still, watching this child and imagining her death makes Xenk's insides twist in sorrow. He does not know this child, barely cares about Edgin outside of the fact that the man is keeping Jim Kirk from him, and yet. Xenk is not unfeeling. In fact, in this moment, he feels quite a lot. It's strange, his expression is more troubled with himself than anything, but he knows the words that go with this particular fear. ]
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[ Perhaps even a man like Xenk can't be cruel to a baby. Perhaps in another life, where Xenk was not raised by a man who was evil, he would have held a child before this. Was that the kind of man he was, in those memories? He cannot recall.
Still, watching this child and imagining her death makes Xenk's insides twist in sorrow. He does not know this child, barely cares about Edgin outside of the fact that the man is keeping Jim Kirk from him, and yet. Xenk is not unfeeling. In fact, in this moment, he feels quite a lot. It's strange, his expression is more troubled with himself than anything, but he knows the words that go with this particular fear. ]
I am sorry for your loss, Edgin.