Jim's eyes widen, and it'd be comical if the reaction was genuine. "They-" He closes his eyes tightly for a moment, processing, before he squints at the wraith. He's not even sure what he was going to say to that. They essentially took everything that made this person himself and ripped it out of him. Changed his race and his mind and lied to him.
Like they could cure him of his race.
Kirk hands find his hips and he turns away from Nick, a hunch in his shoulders that's impossible to define. Maybe a guilt, or the full realization of what had happened. Kirk had heard of terrible things, the awful courses war could take. The hubris of men who thought they were better than others.
He lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He couldn't afford to feel guilt for something that he wasn't involved in, but as he lets the feeling rise and then fade away, he knows what it really is:
Disgust.
When his hand falls away, Jim turns to face him again, and regards the sharp angles of his face for a long moment. "I'm sorry." He says, not because he did it, or because his race was responsible- but that it happened at all.
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Like they could cure him of his race.
Kirk hands find his hips and he turns away from Nick, a hunch in his shoulders that's impossible to define. Maybe a guilt, or the full realization of what had happened. Kirk had heard of terrible things, the awful courses war could take. The hubris of men who thought they were better than others.
He lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He couldn't afford to feel guilt for something that he wasn't involved in, but as he lets the feeling rise and then fade away, he knows what it really is:
Disgust.
When his hand falls away, Jim turns to face him again, and regards the sharp angles of his face for a long moment. "I'm sorry." He says, not because he did it, or because his race was responsible- but that it happened at all.