"Mm." Jim sips his coffee. He did say that's what they're meeting to talk about, it's not like he can say 'oh nevermind, too personal.' And he doesn't want to. Hikaru's a good man, and Jim doesn't mind sharing. It's a little weird to articulate just in general, though.
"After Admiral Marcus..." After I died; he knows the man sitting across from him knows about that, because all his senior staff does, but that doesn't mean he speaks of it directly. Legally, no one's even really allowed to. "I was alright until I wasn't, I guess. I don't know when it changed. It felt like I was watching myself from somewhere else for... years." Jim shrugs. "Everyone has these motivations for being out here, these dreams, and I joined Starfleet because Christopher Pike dared me to, in a shithole bar."
Jim's smile is genuine, but a little sad. "You know. For my dad, was the excuse, but that's how it was." Chris fucking Pike.
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Date: 2016-09-13 06:49 am (UTC)"After Admiral Marcus..." After I died; he knows the man sitting across from him knows about that, because all his senior staff does, but that doesn't mean he speaks of it directly. Legally, no one's even really allowed to. "I was alright until I wasn't, I guess. I don't know when it changed. It felt like I was watching myself from somewhere else for... years." Jim shrugs. "Everyone has these motivations for being out here, these dreams, and I joined Starfleet because Christopher Pike dared me to, in a shithole bar."
Jim's smile is genuine, but a little sad. "You know. For my dad, was the excuse, but that's how it was." Chris fucking Pike.