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From the episode The Man Trap this is the scene. CREWMAN [OC]: Transporter room to Bridge. Landing party returning. They report one death.
SPOCK: Bridge acknowledging.
UHURA: I don't believe it.
SPOCK: Explain.
UHURA: You explain. That means that somebody is dead and you just sit there. It could be Captain Kirk. He's the closest thing you have to a friend.
SPOCK: Lieutenant, my demonstration of concern will not change what happened. The transporter room is very well-manned and they will call if they need my assistance.
My face did not betray me as I heard there was a casualty down below. I remained in control, logic prevailed once again. Miss Uhura, did not accept how I dealt with the loss however.
To hear her say the words; that the captain was the closest thing I had as a friend, I cringed from her statement.
For, I may not have shown my reaction to her and the crew, I was troubled.
What if it is Jim that died on that planet? And yet, for some strange reason, I can still feel his presence. That spark of life he resonates I've come to know so well.
It would be a tragic loss to the crew to lose their captain; one who is so young and so well respected.
I, as well, would mourn the loss of such a man.
As I wait for some response from the landing party, I can feel the human part of me breaking that Vulcan facade I have so tightly in place, wanting to give into emotion, the feeling of hope.
