T'pol's Perspective:
The illogic, the inane aspect to their behavior, was most disturbing. And it was the fact that she, her condition, had progressed to such a state of disrepair as to feel this emotion. The realization sent a spike of fear through her system, accompanied by the indiscernible chaos that had become such a commodity.
However it was not alone, for beside the roiling mass of destruction lay something else. Something, beautiful. The very essence of peace and tranquility seemed to permeate from its depths, a blinding light, its pureness calming in the face of such torment.
She could only guess as to its origin, her mind dulled by an absurdity of overbearing sensations.
The meld, that she remembered with painful clarity, the extremes of both darkness and light tearing into her Katra. She would have shuddered, but such was her condition that an outward expression of emotion was simply not worth the effort.
Was it him? Commander Tucker?
No, upon focusing his visage T'pol could only feel, anger, one among others in the cascade of emotions, although it's presence was decidedly prominent.
She should have been shocked, mortified even. But to the Vulcan's mind, and to that of her logic, flawed as it was, her actions appeared, exonerated.
The injury dealt to an unknown medical assistant, an unfortunate outcome, however the risk to her mission was unquestionable.
Perhaps more serious was the meld she had forced upon Captain Tu-, Commander, Tucker. Once again T'pol was forced to correct herself, such lapses growing to the point of irritation.
Her knowledge, his knowledge, both participant's subterfuge, the entirety of the situation was difficult to comprehend, let alone document.
Had it been worth it? What would her fellow Vulcans say were they to know such details?
No, she quelled those rampant thoughts, illogically pleased when they dissipated. She had dealt with the situation as necessity demanded, and while the effects were, distasteful, she had completed her objective, obtaining this information was of the utmost importance.
Regardless of her moral values, the stolen thoughts swirling about in her mind possessed the potential to save Vulcan, and to demolish the threat of Andoria itself…
Phlox's Perspective:
The room was, spinning, violently.
No doubt the result of-
Monologue cut short, the disorientation bouncing in his skull worsened, his thought process inoculated from any coherency.
Indeed the flashes that did pass his mind appeared frivolous, and yet the darkness, the significance could not be denied.
One who has experienced the claws of denial, the lash of guilt or the fires of hatred could not, would not choose to ignore such thoughts.
For those whose hearts do fall the depths, the pits of our five upholders, they are such to understand that purity of mind is not an eternal option. That remaining clean, free from the taint of sin is but a luxury ill afforded.
However Dr. Phlox, while undeniably a man of this crop, did not currently possess the facilities necessary for such an in depth analysis. Rather the concept, floated, through his mind as his stricken gaze met the ceiling.
Reed's Perspective:
The Denobulan lay on his back, facing upwards as the normally bright eyes were presented in their glazed confusion.
"What happened?!" shock of the Doctor's entrance were obvious on the Lieutenant's face, professionalism thrown to the wind.
The crewman operating the transporter met his glare with all the dignity it appeared he could muster, not nearly enough.
That's for damn sure.
"There was a glitch in the power system Sir."
He didn't stop to consider "feelings", or even proper etiquette for dealing with a subordinate, he'd had it through with diplomacy.
"Well then find the problem and fix it crewman." The Englishman's tone was harsh, cold, unforgiving as the cold of winter. The emphasis on rank only serving to deepen its chill.
With proper motivation the crewman jumped to work, anything to avoid the death stare projected by the entirety of his face.
"Reed to sickbay, prepare for an emergency medical situation."
He almost thought he could hear a sigh in the background…
(Note: Five Upholders is a terminology I created, it is a reference to the five major emotions. Which in essence uphold our way of life.)