"You know, I just don't understand how it got out there," McCoy said as he and Spock analyzed the data from the space amoeba in one of the science labs. "This thing has just created more questions than answers."
Spock shrugged. "We can only hope that this data can be helpful in the future, when perhaps this puzzle will be solved."
"You really think so?"
The Vulcan paused for a moment before saying, "It is comforting to hope so."
They worked quietly for a few minutes; Bones broke the silence by asking, "Are you upset about the Intrepid? You don't have to answer if you don't want," he added.
"It is quite alright, Doctor," Spock said. "To answer your question honestly, yes, though perhaps it is illogical to feel that way. I had never met them and now no longer have the opportunity to do so."
"Now there's nothing illogical about feeling sad about it," Bones replied.
"No, but questioning the meaning of such loss is. It is what it is, and no subjective interpretation will change the facts."
The doctor stopped himself from making a flippant remark once he saw that Spock's eyes were filling with tears. "Listen," he said, "why don't we wrap this up for now and you can head on to your quarters?"
"Doctor, I am perfectly capable of -"
"I insist! Don't make me get security, Spock."
The Vulcan left and Bones looked at the data, frowning. He hated to admit it, but out of everyone on the ship he really did worry about Spock the most.
On days like this he didn't envy Spock at all.