[ What a strange thing to say, and what a strange thing to be told, that in his failure and grief, Xenk can be likeable. He doesn't understand, even as he holds Kirk's body close and weeps for him, that this weakness might hold value, when it benefits no one.
Xenk wakes as soon as Kirk's life fades, finding himself in the dark of his room, in his own bed, alone as he has been his entire life. Well, perhaps not his entire life, but he suddenly finds himself gripped with an ache in his chest, and a headache he cannot fathom. His cheeks feel damp from crying.
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[ What a strange thing to say, and what a strange thing to be told, that in his failure and grief, Xenk can be likeable. He doesn't understand, even as he holds Kirk's body close and weeps for him, that this weakness might hold value, when it benefits no one.
Xenk wakes as soon as Kirk's life fades, finding himself in the dark of his room, in his own bed, alone as he has been his entire life. Well, perhaps not his entire life, but he suddenly finds himself gripped with an ache in his chest, and a headache he cannot fathom. His cheeks feel damp from crying.
How incredibly strange. ]