



Kirk grinned. “I wouldn’t presume to debate you.”
“That is wise.” Spock stood up. “In any case, were the circumstances otherwise, logic would still dictate that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.”
“Or the one?”
“Admiral—” Spock said. He stopped, then began again. “Jim, you are my superior officer. But you are also my friend. I have been, and remain, yours. I am offering you the truth as I perceive it, for myself and for you.
"When the match won’t light so the flames don’t tremble,
and the years are condemning us, too
I’ll need a soul-mate to hold me and a friend for life,
and I’m hoping it might be you.