Spock was walking down the almost vacant hall. He saw there was a group of girls crowded at one part speaking in a different language, each of them held pads, and they were well addressed. Appropriate for the occasion. One of them was in the blue shirt with a white neck collar variation of the nurse outfit that had a skirt. Now only if they had a blue and white hat to go with it would it be a reminiscent sight for woman attire in the early medical field on Earth. His hands were locked behind his back. One hand held the wrist. Amanda had sent a message regarding Sybok's effort to help the surviving Vulcans deal with the grief by setting up counseling centers. The Vulcan Council disapproved of the idea but it was the only way to drift the grief, express it, and overcome it rather than succumb to it. His entire home planet destroyed. You would think things would be different. Of course they were, he nearly lost his mother. His grandmother. His father. And several of the Vulcan Council. Surak's katra was in Sarek's mind during the evacuation. They were so lucky to have made it out. And Spock, well, losing his home planet emotional compromised him then. But he had control over himself.

He was going to lab one for Doctor M'Benga who should be reporting to the transporter room in one hour.

Spock had dealt with his grief a bit with Sybok's help before being sent out into space.

"I grieve with thee." Sybok had said. He had kept the mustache when he saw his brother again.

"I grieve with thee." Spock replied. "I did not expect you here."

"Being exiled from Vulcan and then being allowed to secondary home, yes, that is surprising," Sybok calmly laughed. He poured some tea into the cup. "I have grown the ingredients in my personal, mobile garden. Been helping others with their pain since my exile." He held his index finger up. "Willingly, I should add!"

"That was logical for you." Spock said.

"Father was leniant on you compared to me." Sybok said.

"I do not recall him being leniant." Spock said.

"Spock," Sybok said. "You joined Star Fleet without arguing with father constantly and going against his very ideals."

"I joined Star Fleet because they did not accept my human half." Spock said.

"You joined it because you needed to belong somewhere," Sybok reminded his younger brother. "You were like an outcast."

"That I was not." Spock denied.

"I still have the pre-school pictures mother sent me before Vulcan was destroyed." Sybok said.

"She could not have had the time to send you that." Spock said.

"She did. She sent me everything after you joined star fleet. Even that stupid sweater that made you scratch yourself until they went to a human doctor." He took a sip from the glass. "That was primarily the best days before Star Fleet accepted you. Mother was over the moon. She was so elated that the only reason why she wasn't embarrassing you in public was because she talked to me."

"You still have it." Spock said.

"Why yes, brother." Sybok said.

"Could you give it back to mother? I believe she will find it beneficial in the winter months of the planet," Spock said. "Logically, the temperature would be reasonable for a winter sweatshirt."

"I will,brother." Sybok said. "But first. How do you feel?"

"Satisfactory." Spock said.

"Brother," Sybok said. "I know you better than that." He slid forward a cup on the table toward the man. Spock looked toward his brother who seemed to be pleading for the man to open up. To at least help himself. "Talk to me. Mother is concerned you don't have a shoulder to cry on."

Spock briefly closed his eyes.

"I felt your betrothed's death. I felt her among all those live lost on Vulcan, approximately one second after I arrived on the transporter." Spock said. Sybok's face turned long as though he realized something that he had been putting aside. "How about you talk to me about your current emotional distress."

Spock took a sip from the tea cup as Sybok's hand trembled.