Disclaimer: Star Trek is not mine, and neither is about half of the dialogue, which was shamelessly stolen from The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.
If he is to be honest with himself, he doesn't want to do this.
"Lt. Uhura, you may enter."
He really does not want to do this.
His more-than-characteristic formality does not escape her notice.
She remains standing.
"When we arrive on Earth, I must resign from Starfleet. The newly endangered condition of the Vulcan race requires immediate ramifications. Even if those ramifications are at the hands of a halfblood."
There is no change in her expression, except for the widening of her too-wide eyes.
"I do not understand you."
For a fleeting second, he wonders if she ever did.
"It is unwise for us to continue our relationship. My duty is to my people, and…I would never ask you to abandon your dream."
What is necessary is never unwise.
"Why are you saying this?"
He turns away.
The pain in her eyes speak to that corner—that human half that again threatens to strangle reason.
There's too much pain in the loss of reason.
"It was a dream, Nyo…Uhura. Nothing more."
"I don't believe you."
It was her dying gasp.
He had set it in plain sight for this occasion: the Vulcan lyre that she had given him, oh so long ago.
"This belongs to you."
She hesitates, and he aches so badly with the desire that she just take it.
A clean break always heals cleanly.
She lifts a hand, then gently pushes it back towards his contoured chest.
"It was a gift."
She wants to say something else; he knows her like he knows science.
For the last time, she whispers against his cheek before disappearing with a swish of her soft hair.
"Keep it."