[ kirk stares at the screen for a moment, as if he expects the image before him to melt away into darkness while he's jolted into the realm of consciousness from some sort of selfish, wishful dream where his crew was returned to him. even though he would rather have them home, he'd be lying if he said he didn't entertain thoughts of some of them coming back. it was nice, after all, having people from home stuck here with you. it made it feel less like a prison. ]
I'm afraid Mr. Scott's not to blame for this one, Commander. Wasn't him who pushed the button this time.
[ visual ] brackets, for it almost midnight and my brain is not entirely alive.
I'm afraid Mr. Scott's not to blame for this one, Commander. Wasn't him who pushed the button this time.