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Into Darkness is by no means a perfect movie, but Spock's speech about caring is one of the hardest hitting moments in all of Star Trek in my opinion.
There is such a deep longing to the music as Spock brings up the destruction of Vulcan (by the way, the track is called Spock and Uhura and yes it’s a reprise of An Endangered Species from the first movie), and such a raw vulnerability to the characters. Nyota and Jim are at a loss for words as they see Spock’s distance for what it is: deep, deep seated trauma, combined with extraordinary resilience.
There’s something so spot-on about Vulcans in general too. Everyone here already knew that Vulcans do experience emotions, but Spock admitting to it leading with a simple “You misunderstand” still feels like the unearthing of a closely kept secret. You can see the realization in Nyota and Jim’s eyes, as Spock explains that he’s not rejecting emotions because he holds them in contempt but rather because they’re just too vast and too painful – that who he is is a choice he’s holding onto, and not a character flaw he’s in denial about. The intimate confession flips the script on the humans who wanted the Vulcan to feel the full weight of their anger, annoyance and concern, and end up grappling with the full weight of his grief instead.
And the fact that they’re not facing each other! Like it’s something too monumental to discuss face-to-face! How Spock’s soft words are so powerful they convey everything. Combined with the music and the duality of the soft, warm light and blue shadows, it’s like the echoes of Vulcan are right there, like desert sands and ocean-deep sorrow.
And of course there is the absolutely heart-wrenching ode to romance that is the last line: “Nyota, you mistake my choice not to feel as a reflection of my not caring. Well, I assure you, the truth is precisely the opposite.” This is the single most achingly tender thing ever said.
(video transcript:)
[Spock, Nyota Uhura and Jim Kirk are flying in a shuttlecraft. They're all facing their consoles/the viewports and all have their backs to each other, with their seats in a triangle.]
Spock: "Your suggestion that I do not care about dying is incorrect. A sentient being's optimal chance at maximizing their utility is a long and prosperous life."
[Nyota rolls her eyes]
Nyota: "Great."
Jim: "Not exactly a love song, Spock."
Spock: "You misunderstand. It is true I chose not to feel anything upon realizing that my own life was ending. As admiral Pike was dying, I joined with his consciousness and experienced what he felt at the moment of his passing. Anger. Confusion. Loneliness. Fear. [Nyota's expression shifts. Spock and Uhura/An Endangered Species starts playing] I had experienced those feelings before, multiplied exponentially on the day my planet was destroyed. [Jim is listening intently, with a somewhat pained expression.] Such a feeling is something I choose never to experience again. [Spock speaks over his shoulder in Uhura's direction while she listens, looking touched.] Nyota, you mistake my choice not to feel as a reflection of my not caring. Well, I assure you, the truth is precisely the opposite." [Nyota leans back against her headrest with a soft smile.]
Interspecies Relationship- Day 22 of Trektober 2021
This can be summed up as Nyota Uhura is a Disney princess and Spock is in awe
Spock awoke to a quiet, overcast morning. The sky was covered with clouds, the sun barely peeking through to the world below.
It was the first day of spring break and he wasn't looking forward to it. Although most of the students would be travelling somewhere else, perhaps Las Vegas or to the swaying palm trees of Florida, there were still plenty on campus to make going anywhere insufferable.
Nyota had laughed when he told her the previous night of his annoyance. He had been offended but her promise to make their first spring break less insufferable was holding true. Today they would be going to the California Academy of Sciences. He'd thoroughly planned their day, if he got up now, they would have time to eat breakfast, prepare lunch and get going before the predicted rush.
He threw an arm over to Nyota's side of the bed and felt the cold sheets instead. Peculiar, he thought. She'd been there when he went to sleep, and when he woke up at three o'clock in the morning.
While he got up to investigate, he heard a song drifting in the air. He opened the door and walked down the corridor. The song got louder.
He stopped and listened for a moment.
"A dream is a wish your heart makes,
When you're fast asleep,"
Could it be Nyota singing? He knew of her talent. She'd told him that one of her ways to learn a language so quickly was to sing.
"In dreams you will lose your heartache,
Whatever you wish for, you keep,"
Spock continued to the bathroom and saw his prediction was true.
Nyota was kneeling over his bathtub, the luxuries of having graduated the Academy already meant his apartment was upgraded. Her hands combed through her hair, covered in suds. The soft scent of roses and honey was wafting around with the steam.
He didn't know if she'd noticed him or if she was purply comfortable in his presence. The human part of him hoped for the latter, although it was illogical to believe his hope had any influence on her desires. She continued to sing as she rubbed other parts of her scalp.
"Have faith in your dreams and someday,
Your rainbow will go shining through,
No matter how your heart is grieving,
If you keep on believing,
The dream that you wish,
Will come true," She took a deep breath after she stopped.
"Morning, Spock,"
He couldn't find words. How could he not find words? They were just words.
He gulped, "Indeed it is, Nyota,"
She smiled and gestured at him to come closer. He knelt down beside her.
"Enjoying my singing?"
He nodded.
"Want to wash the soap out of my hair?" She asked and lent her head over the edge of the bath when he nodded.
He took the shower head from the wall and slowly ran his fingers through her long brown hair. Maybe it was the early morning keeping his defences down, or perhaps it was her effect on him, but waves of her calm flooded through his hands as he stroked and rubbed her head.
She opened her eyes after he was done and smiled at him, "Now I've got to condition, put my heating cap on, leave it for an hour, wash it out, style, get ready and we can go,"
"That's a lot, perhaps we should reschedule the museum trip for another day?"
She sat up, "Why?"
"That is a lot to do and if we are to leave by ten o'clock then-"
"Spock, it's only just gone eight AM, we have plenty of time,"
"I suppose we don't have to get there exactly when it opens,"
She nodded and reached for the conditioner. He pushed her head down as he squeezed some onto his hand and raked them through her hair.
The calm was spreading to him as he stroked her hair. They had plenty of time, plenty.
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