>"You bring him great honor by remembering him. You can not make things better, nor bring honor to either of you if you second guess your self. It must have been his time. All that is left to do is to honor his memory.", he said trying to focus her attention on the Klingon way of looking at the bright side. It was, afterall, the warrior way.
She said nothing. Though she had been raised as a Klingon, she and her heart were Caitian, and his death hurt her in ways she hadn't thought she could feel any more. He was dead, while she helped a human. She was disgusted by her own actions. >Moments later a nurse entered, "Admiral, Captain... Rear Admiral Black is regaining consciousness. He is asking for the both of you." Kitanya nodded her acknowledgement. "We'll be therrre in a moment." She looked back up at Koloth's head. "I'm not surrre why you'rrre spending so much time on that, doctorrr," she said to the person treating Koloth. "It's harrrd as a rrrock, and much denserrr." She was trying to show some Klingon humor and hide her pain. "Therrre can't have been any rrreal damage." (resp?) When he was finished, she helped Koloth off the table, ignoring his protests, and together they went to see Black. (resp?) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- "He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish; no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he has put a knife in the heart of wonder." --Qanuc proverb, "The Dragonbone Chair" by Tad Williams _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
