For some reason, it was only yesterday that I realized Memorial Day weekend was upon us. I am sooooo looking forward to a three-day weekend with only one social event to attend. There will be much writing of fanfic and sitting around in sweats. Lolling and indolence! The three weeks after that are going to be INSANE, so I think the indolence is
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"If you would clarify, Minister, to what disadvantage are you referring?" Spock inquires. He has inferred the meaning, is unable to conceive of any other supposed disadvantage that could possibly be meant, but it is only logical to verify this opinion, and ensure he makes this most important decision based on fact.
"Your human mother," the minister answers.
Spock allows no outward response to the slight. He is no longer a child, to be goaded into a fistfight when someone insults his mother. He waits for a response from his father, one who surely has a right to object to Mother being called a disadvantage, but his father remains silent. Whatever you choose to be, you will have a proud mother, echoes in Spock's mind, his mother's soft voice somehow louder in memory than the insults from the Vulcans that he can't help but hear over and over. Despite your disadvantage...a human whore"Council, Ministers, ( ... )
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