[ There is a reason they are a damn near perfect command team. This is one of those reasons. On a rare occasion where Jim is struck mute, Spock steps up in order to direct the conversation that should be happening.
Jim is trying, desperately, to shake himself out of his memory-induced stupor, but to no avail. All he can hear in his head is a voice declaring death to four thousand. Your lives mean a slow death to the more valued members of the colony. He finally snaps out of it, but only when the two move out of his field of vision, refusing to have anything more to do with Spock's questions. ]
What---[ A beat as he finally drags himself back to the moment, he clenches his hands which he can feel shaking, and his nails dig half circles into his palms. ]---Mr. Spock, what did you say their names were?
thanks for that, mr. spock.
Jim is trying, desperately, to shake himself out of his memory-induced stupor, but to no avail. All he can hear in his head is a voice declaring death to four thousand. Your lives mean a slow death to the more valued members of the colony. He finally snaps out of it, but only when the two move out of his field of vision, refusing to have anything more to do with Spock's questions. ]
What---[ A beat as he finally drags himself back to the moment, he clenches his hands which he can feel shaking, and his nails dig half circles into his palms. ]---Mr. Spock, what did you say their names were?