"I have to do this alone." These are the words of Wesley Crusher to the one now standing with him, the one known even to Wesley as simply the Traveler. That one locks eyes with Wesley for a moment, a span of time that is nothing within the lifetime of the universe, and then merely nods without a word.
The room is dark, but there is sufficient light to see the man sitting in the armchair, unable to move being faced with the individual currently in his vicinity. Both used to be in Starfleet; not anymore. Both left for different reasons. Both have been thinking about this day for a long time.
Wesley says nothing as Simon Albert, father of Joshua Albert, gets up from his chair and approaches, stumbling slightly, both reliving that day years ago in court. The lies that were told. The sweat is pouring down Simon Albert's face; the tears from his eyes; his fist is tighteneing, clenching. And Simon Albert speaks: "Hello, Wesley Crusher...little god..." His fist lashes out, impacting hard against Wesley's face. Again. And again.
And again.
Wesley Crusher, the special one, does nothing. He says nothing, nor does his expression change. Because, no matter how great he may be, he can never bring back this man's son, whose death he took part in. Now, the blows done, all the two of them can do is look at one another and weep.