This, this, right here, when Bones tells Spock that he would have no idea what to do with a genuine, warm, decent feeling:
and Spock just gives him this look:
Like, “really? You honestly think that?”
And Bones, that beautiful old man who can apparently see right into the soul of people, looks right at him and says:
Because although Bones thinks Spock is afraid to feel, thinks he’s essentially a robot, he knows without a shadow of a doubt that the one thing, the one person, he has genuine warm feelings for is James T. Kirk.
Then we zoom in on Spock’s face and, guys, his expression while thinking about Jim in danger, when forced to confront his emotions concerning him, gives me so many feels:
I’ve been rewatching the original Star Trek movies for reasons, and somehow I don’t think I ever really put it together that Kirk stole the Enterprise and ruined his career with no expectation at all that he was going to get Spock back. The whole plan was to get Spock’s body and bring it and McCoy to Mount Seleya to do whatever Vulcan mystic funeral they need to do to preserve his katra; they didn’t know about Spock’s body being regenerated until they got to Genesis.
So Kirk’s endgame here was to end up both widowed and dishonorably discharged, with no Spock and no possibility of ever sitting on the bridge of a starship again. That is: without any of the things that make Jim Kirk’s life worth living.
He didn’t sacrifice everything to save Spock. He wasn’t supposed to get a damn thing for himself out of this mission. He sacrificed everything because if there’s even a chance that Spock has an eternal soul, then it’s his responsibility. In death as in life.
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