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"You are angry," The words are flat and dull like an ancient arrowhead. More fact than anything else. But there was an odd tell to it, irritation had Sybok slipping into the old more traditionally Vulcan habits.
He had still been a youth when he left. Callow perhaps as all young people are but he had also known his time had come to leave. He had known clearly that he had no obligations to his ancestors only to himself. He had been lucky, he had travelled far enough he had come to understand and even forgive his father for his shortcomings and his own people for turning their back on their emotions.
It was why he had gone back, to share that inner transformation of his own katra so that others could feel it, be healed as he was of their pain and fear. Instead he had been imprisoned without word of brother, sister, father or even his step-mother.
His skin prickles at Spock's next comment. Black, intense, the old rage that every Vulcan knew themselves capable of and rightfully feared. "I was imprisoned in Ankeshtan K'til on the third moon of Omicron Lyrae," He said his voice was a dull, flat hiss. "I knew nothing of what had become of you in all that time. When word reached us that Vulcan was destroyed my only thought was of you and Michael. Even when I saw your names on the list of those who had survived, I had to see you both again. To reassure myself you were both safe."
He wonât deny it this time.
His anger. Disappointment. Even if he does not yet dare to acknowledge them out loud, they sit behind Spockâs teeth, liquid heat behind his eyelids, deep and dark and brown like the earth, like his motherâs.
Did it pain him? Sybok. Does he know, now, even a fraction of the betrayal â loneliness â that Spock had long endured?
Learning of Sybokâs more recent whereabouts should change something, anything. And perhaps, it does. Spock had not known, not for all this time. His present knowledge of Ankeshtan Kâtil tells him that it is designed to rehabilitate their most departed, wayward minds that had logic lost to them.
The tick in Spockâs jaw is muted, a flinch of his skin caught between anguish and a glimmer of satisfaction. Revealing even the smallest evidence of compromise is unacceptable â he knows this â he must remember discipline. But a startling reflection of the older Vulcanâs anger is flaring back at him, less contained, singing to an ancient part of him.
It should not provoke him as easily as it does.
âYou left me. That is what you did. â The retort is swift, defiant, despite his will â his want â to control it; Sybokâs imprisonment is meaningless, he tells himself, specifically in the face of how it all began. And he cannot, will not, speak of Michael either. As it were, Spockâs distant siblings were alike in this way: all too capable of leaving him behind.
âAnd now, you have seen me. What did you expect the outcome of that assurance to be?â
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âOh,â Itâs not dismissive but itâs as if his brother has become transparent and he can see right through through him to the child left behind. Sybilâs brows furrowed as he remembered that night. In his memory it had seemed so clear, almost perfect in its clarity.
He had read once of what humans called saints. He remembered how one of these so-called saints had quarreled with his father and had told his father that he wasnât his son anymore, that was born of the flesh was only flesh what was of the spirit was the spirit. That night he had understood it. He wasnât Sarekâs son anymore. And if his mother was still alive he would have known he wasnât hers anymore either. He was his own.
The revelation had been clear, beautiful and he realized now by necessity it had been selfish. If it hadnât been he wouldnât have had the strength to leave. Severing the bond with his father had in some ways been easy, but he realized now it had severed the bonds with his siblings too. And it embarrassed him he hadnât realized that before.
âI had too. I didnât belong there anymore.â He said channeling a Vulcan calm he didnât quite feel.
âYou are alive, I see you surrounded by officers who respect and love you. You may think ill of me and with good cause brother. But I have found more than I could have hoped here with you and am glad of it.â
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It was a good question. How did a Sith read the person in front of them? Talon wouldn't know how to explain. She simply trusted in the Force, who was a good judge of character. And what was inside him called to what was inside her. "Darkness calls to Darkness."
What she felt coming from within him was subdued and faint. As if he held back. "I know ambitious eyes when I see them." He had a lot of potential and just needed someone to rely on, though she didn't begrudge him his caution. It was healthy to be cautious of her.
"Would you like a guide? Something tells me you're new to this part of the galaxy."
He raises an eyebrow at that comment. Was what was inside him a darkness? It had seemed so bright and clear when he left. Yet he knew already that the path he was on deviated from everything heâd been raised to as a Vulcan.
âAmbition doe not always need to be used for darkness;â he said still wary and still so very Vulcan-sounding. âWhy are you offering?â
He made no comment on being new to this part of the galaxy, it was likely obvious. He hadn't seen many if any of his own kind out here beyond Federation space.
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