[ Xenk shifts his hold from Kirk's shoulder to the top of his ruddy, blond head. The boy is a far cry from the man he would be, but he is still the talented James Kirk he knows.
He will become stronger. Xenk would make sure of that. Strong enough so that he doesn't have to cry and lose those he cares about. Even Xenk, for all his power, wishes and aims for that strength. ]
I do not fault your tears, James.
[ Xenk pats Kirk's head carefully, getting down on his knees to... well, not hug him? Because he doesn't know how to do that. But James is cold, and Xenk is warmer, so he pulls him towards his chest mostly for warmth. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but the recent memories have at least allowed him some semblance of reminder for what it felt like, to be so overwhelmed by grief at such an age. ]
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He will become stronger. Xenk would make sure of that. Strong enough so that he doesn't have to cry and lose those he cares about. Even Xenk, for all his power, wishes and aims for that strength. ]
I do not fault your tears, James.
[ Xenk pats Kirk's head carefully, getting down on his knees to... well, not hug him? Because he doesn't know how to do that. But James is cold, and Xenk is warmer, so he pulls him towards his chest mostly for warmth. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but the recent memories have at least allowed him some semblance of reminder for what it felt like, to be so overwhelmed by grief at such an age. ]
Strength will come in time.