Oh man I just glanced at a pic of young TOS Spock above my monitor, and then my Spock Prime 12in doll, and a wave of grief washed over me for all he had lost.
Partners are privileged to spend their lives together, whether their time is long or short. And then usually one has to go on without the other, incomplete. And here is Spock Prime. living out the remainder of his life with the cherished memory of his love. (The score for Kirk's Death by Dennis McCarthy is quite moving: I never knew because Generations doesn't exist for me.)
Suddenly Spock is thrown back in time, only everything is slightly off, and his Jim is not really his Jim. His Jim, and his youth, are gone forever. *sob* I had to hug the doll :(
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