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George Kirk (twelveminutes) wrote in colligo_threads,

In retrospect, George would come to wonder just why he was so willing to readily accept Amanda's musings that she was, in fact, dead. He didn't want to be dead. He didn't have a hero complex so severe that he had wanted to give his life aboard the Kelvin. He'd had a duty, an oath to uphold, and a family to protect. Those had been his reasons, not some martyr syndrome or urge to prove himself by throwing himself down upon the proverbial sword. Yet all of that aside, at the mere hint that this might be some sort of afterlife rather than a completely foreign location without ship or crew in sight, he grabbed ahold of the possibility with both hands, feet, and the typical Kirk dogged determination he had unknowingly passed down to his youngest son even though he'd never so much as held the boy.

"I can't say much about Heaven," he spoke, the words feeling thick in his throat, "or for your own situation. I can say for certain, though, that I wasn't on my way off my ship, or on to any other, before I wound up here."

A soft sigh, more of a puff of air through pursed lips, and his brilliant blue eyes once again scanned the area. There were a few people milling about, yet all seemed content to not even so much as peer their way. It was a little odd... and extremely off-putting.

"I've seen a lot of things since I joined Starfleet," he at long last mused. His gaze cut back to Amanda. "Been a lot of places, met a lot of folks. I've still never seen anything quite like this."