[ Claude's more withdrawn than Jim has ever seen him, that much is evident. Jim settles in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, and balancing the glass on the flat of his knee. He definitely doesn't begrudge Claude keeping his attention focused; it wouldn't be the first time Bones had functioned as an ice breaker. For the dog's part, he seems perfectly content, nuzzling happily into Claude's proffered hand. ]
I hope to whatever God might be out there that doesn't happen again. [ But how do they stop it? Jeez, Jim only had to live it for a maximum of 24 hours with some of his glitches, and it had driven him nuts. For as long as Claude had? Jim knew it wasn't a comfortable experience, he can't even imagine.
Claude finally looks at him, with that raised brow and the kind of hard smile that Jim is all too familiar with. The one you give because you have no other choice; you have to grin and bear it. ]
There are some out there that don't believe in an afterlife of any kind. [ Jim tilts his head, offering Claude a small smile back. ] Though this sounds more like a fucked up version of reincarnation to me.
We're not going down without a fight. [ There's an edge to Jim's voice that speaks of conviction. Maybe more than he's ever shown Claude, the Captain within shining through. It's well-known by this point what he and Spock are, where they hail from, what it is they do - but a Captaincy is defined by how one purports themself during a crisis, and for all they've faced here, Jim's command instincts haven't had cause to assert themselves as intensely in the day to day here in Aldrip. Up until the Gnosia incident, that is - up until Jim had ordered Peter into keeping it together and complying. ]
I don't believe in no-win scenarios. [ Another sip of his drink, blue gaze steady and sure as he fixes it on Claude. ] No offense meant to your religion.
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I hope to whatever God might be out there that doesn't happen again. [ But how do they stop it? Jeez, Jim only had to live it for a maximum of 24 hours with some of his glitches, and it had driven him nuts. For as long as Claude had? Jim knew it wasn't a comfortable experience, he can't even imagine.
Claude finally looks at him, with that raised brow and the kind of hard smile that Jim is all too familiar with. The one you give because you have no other choice; you have to grin and bear it. ]
There are some out there that don't believe in an afterlife of any kind. [ Jim tilts his head, offering Claude a small smile back. ] Though this sounds more like a fucked up version of reincarnation to me.
We're not going down without a fight. [ There's an edge to Jim's voice that speaks of conviction. Maybe more than he's ever shown Claude, the Captain within shining through. It's well-known by this point what he and Spock are, where they hail from, what it is they do - but a Captaincy is defined by how one purports themself during a crisis, and for all they've faced here, Jim's command instincts haven't had cause to assert themselves as intensely in the day to day here in Aldrip. Up until the Gnosia incident, that is - up until Jim had ordered Peter into keeping it together and complying. ]
I don't believe in no-win scenarios. [ Another sip of his drink, blue gaze steady and sure as he fixes it on Claude. ] No offense meant to your religion.