His Comm signals, with a sigh he answers.
"Incoming call from the Federation Council, Commander. Ambassador Sarek."
His shoulders sag, and he places the hologram of Amanda face down on his desk.
"Put it through."
Sarek: severe, controlled, and still somehow…looking worn.
"Son."
"Father."
Silence drags on.
"Today…"
"Indeed."
"You are…well?"
Spock looks down. "And you?"
Again, silence.
"Lieutenant Uhura, I greet thee. Daughter."
Spock looks up sharply.
"I grieve with thee, Father."
Spock swallows. "Indeed. I, too."
"And I…thee."
Spock swallows and looks down.
"On occasion, Spock….I would request…please call."
The communication abruptly ends.
Spock touches the dark screen.