Very moving... a bit achingly so.

I just discovered this piece for the first time and wanted to let you know that I was very moved by it. The way you describe Spock and how he files away his thoughts and categorizes his emotions was spot on. The poem at the end by Elizabeth Barret Browning was also a nice touch. Great job.

Magnificent. I sincerely admire your writing style. This piece is brimming with intelligence and thoughtful characterisation.

Incredibly haunting; lovely and heartbreaking at the same time.

Gaaah... this story was so heart-wrenching already, and then I hit the poem, and almost lost it. Well played, author, well played. ;)

I've always loved character studies, and this was a really beautiful one.

I can't begin to imagine how the loss of my culture would feel; but a large reason is that I'm almost incapable of describing what belongs to our 'culture'. I'm not all that fond of festivals like Christmas etc., I'm not really religious, and I'm constantly reminded that there are hundreds or thousands of cultures on earth.

But when I sometimes think about Vulcan, or read fanfictions that are set on Vulcan, explaining traditions, places, rituals, I feel reminded of how in the Alternate Original Series, all of those things are gone, lost. And if that's a really sad and terrible thought for me, how would all those Vulcans deal with it? A population of (I think) six billion shrunk down to ten thousand? A race of touch-telepaths, but which also has some sort of telepathic bond to the rest of their species, which allowed Spock to feel the death of four *hundred* Vulcans in the Original Series when a research vessel was attacked? And if one was to multiply that sensation by several *million* times, would one then have the torture of feeling one's whole planet die?

Terrifyingly beautiful. This is truly a masterpiece.

Achingly lovely. I admire your characterization of Spock very much.