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“YOU wish to see a repeat of the events on Qo’noS? So be it.” He could taste iron upon his tongue, which swiped across his lips readily. Khan stood still, relaxed, as if taking another thousand hits would be like a feather against his face. After all the years, Kirk’s face still burned in his memory, still seared itself into the backs of his eyelids, into his dreams. Standing here, face to face, the haggard augment felt not rage as expected, but a complete sense of calm, as in before a storm. “I have no fear of you.”
all the guiding voices usually inhabiting his mind --- pike, spock, his mother --- had silenced, replaced by the breed of blind rage usually only experienced by men on the brink of death.
kahn. again.
the man who had cost him the closest thing he had left to a father, nearly cost him both his ship and his family, was back, standing calmly as jim struggled to his feet. one of the bones in his hand felt broken, the skin around the knuckles ragged and bleeding, but nothing would stop him from pounding kahn into the ground where he belonged.
❝ I! Don’t! CARE! ❞
