"Well...to be truthful, I was never going to spare your crew. Fire-" The transmission was terminated, just as the Enterprise was about to be. Spock was still comprehending that Harrison-no that Khan was right about Admiral Marcus. Nyota came and laced her fingers around his. She was trembling. She was scared. So was Spock, even though he concealed his fear with the mask every Vulcan had, he was still scared. Scared of death. Scared for Nyota's life. Scared for Jim's life. Hikaru's, Pavel's, Leonard's, Carol's, Montgomery's wherever he may be, and every person aboard this ship. He approximated that there would be 0.67 seconds befor their obliteration. He realized then, that these people- the faces around him, were his friends. No- his family. Spock came to the conclusion that he cared for them very, very much. That he would wait for them. That he loved them. However illogical that may be, he still did. He loved them.
"I'm sorry."
Spock almost doubted his hearing. What is he sorry for? he wondered.
"There is nothing to be sorry for Jim." He wanted to say. There was not enough time. It was not only his life that was about to end, it was all of theirs. His family's life was about to end. The ones he loved...were about to die.