PROGRESS AND SACRIFICE // o, accidental murder

[arcy]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim has seen some pretty weird shit. But, honestly, Tanglewood was a whole 'nother category of 'weird shit'. This universe in general was batshit, but Jim liked it. Usually. Not as much as home, but it was better than others. Like the evil universe. Yknow.
"Fascinating?" Jim echoes as he tails after Aya, feeling just a little bit ill. He's used to death. It doesn't make it any better -- it doesn't help that he automatically associates the word 'fascinating' with Spock, and thus ends up feeling very offset hearing it in this context. He swallows the bubbling, perhaps all-consuming rage, takes a deep breath, narrows his eyes. "What the fuck happened? Why?" His eyes are almost cold as he regards the reptile, lips curled back. He doesn't understand. When would Morgan get here? Jim isn't quite sure what the proper process is for this shit in this place, as much as he'd like to follow 'fleet standard. That shit was intense. But, well ... better get the story first or whatever the fuck. I mean, the guy wasn't even bloody.

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