pentahgast:

fleurcrowns:

#i wonder how he felt when he cleaned the dust from his face #and realized it was the last time he would ever touch his home planet

#the way his arm slowly drops hurts me#logic is slowly creeping back#’mother is gone there is no reason to keep reaching out for her’#the logical part of himself says#and he can feel his hope dying#but his heart cries out and his arm falls slowly#deep down he’s still holding out for some miracle that would bring her back to him#his hand slaps his side with a loud noise and he pulls himself together enough to walk off the transporter pad#reason whispering in his ear that waiting for the shimmer of his mother’s form on the pad won’t bring her back#he’s never hated logic so much#spock#ow ow ow

thanks for those heartbreaking tags, captainsbones