[ The dichotomy of such brutal death with so gentle a hold isn't lost on Xenk. He knows that Kirk must not have long -- that the dream is no doubt nearing its conclusion, or certainly that Kirk would soon wake.
But it makes it no easier to cradle the young Kirk in his arms as the blood pools and pools, red and human and enticing. But all Xenk does is take one of Kirk's bloody hands up to his lips, kissing his knuckles with care and reverence. ]
I am sorry.
[ Has Xenk ever spoken these words aloud???? Because wow. ]
hell yeah gold court shit
[ The dichotomy of such brutal death with so gentle a hold isn't lost on Xenk. He knows that Kirk must not have long -- that the dream is no doubt nearing its conclusion, or certainly that Kirk would soon wake.
But it makes it no easier to cradle the young Kirk in his arms as the blood pools and pools, red and human and enticing. But all Xenk does is take one of Kirk's bloody hands up to his lips, kissing his knuckles with care and reverence. ]
I am sorry.
[ Has Xenk ever spoken these words aloud???? Because wow. ]