Diplomacy. By the ancient text of Merriam-Webster, it is defined as 'skill in handling affairs without arousing hostility'. An ambassador by both choice and election, Sarek of Vulcan faced its challenges everyday; fighting for a brighter future. His words were his sword for they could cut quickly into the sins of stupidity and ignorance; his calmness and logical thinking acting as his shield against emotional barrages. Nothing could compromise, nothing could distract him from his duty. Well almost anything.
"Father," Sarek looked down upon his young son raising his right brow in response. Although the youth's face was clear and tranquil, it was quite easy for him to detect the nervous confusion dancing across his son's human brown eyes. "Why do they fight? They are of the same people. It is illogical..."
"Any type of fighting is illogical, my son. It is quite as simple to use our intelligence and.." A small pause as he contemplated the best way to approach the situation, curbing his statements to something Spock could relate to and understand. "It is as your mother says when your cousins and yourself have conflicts."
Spock's own brow's shot up, almost mimicking his father exactly. "To not make her come over there?" Brown eyes blinked a few times rapidly as if processing data. In many ways, Spock was wise beyond his years holding information that others would die to achieve. He had been blessed in that fashion. In other ways, Spock was closely related to his fully-human counterparts at the age of seven, naive and pron to misunderstand. "Are we going to allow Mother at them, Father? If so, I do not believe her tactics would work so well against these people, and I do not see any corners...."
"Spock, you misunderstand." Sarek raised his hand successfully silencing the boy. If he did not stop him now, Spock would continue onward for several more moments, during that time he might even forget to breath. "I simply mean her old earth saying, "It is the bigger man who can turn his cheek and walk away from a violent encounter."
More silence. It seemed that his son was considering his words deeply. The very idea that a child was more capable to understand that fighting had no gains amused him. The fact that it was his own offspring filled him with silent pride.
"Father...."
Sarek paused, head turning slightly so that he could look at Spock directly.
"It is physically impossible for one to turn their cheek. Unless, one turns their heads. Why would one not simply say, 'It is the bigger man that turns his head'? And if that is so, can't anyone turn their head? I do not understand...."
"Maybe it is better, my son, to continue this discussion when there is no work to be done?" He moved outstretching his arms gesturing for Spock to walk with him once more. "Come now, the council will begin their debates soon and the opportunity to gain answers for your questions will be missed."