suffer the death of thy neighboor

This is one of my very favourite exchanges between these two.

Spock: I assure you, Doctor, I am quite all right. The pain was momentary. It passed quickly.
Dr Mccoy: All of my instruments seem to agree with you if I can trust these crazy Vulcan readings. Spock, how can you be so sure the lntrepid was destroyed?
Spock: I sensed it die.
Dr Mccoy: But I thought you had to be in physical contact with a subject before
Spock: Doctor, even I, a half-Vulcan, could hear the death scream of four hundred Vulcan minds crying out over the distance between us.
Dr Mccoy: Not even a Vulcan could feel a starship die.
Spock: Call it a deep understanding of the way things happen to Vulcans, but I know not a person, not even the computers on board the Intrepid, knew what was killing them or would have understood it had they known.
Dr Mccoy: But four hundred Vulcans?
Spock: I’ve noticed that about your people, Doctor. You find it easier to understand the death of one than the death of a million. You speak about the objective hardness of the Vulcan heart, yet how little room there seems to be in yours.
Dr Mccoy: Suffer the death of thy neighbour, eh, Spock? You wouldn’t wish that on us, would you?
Spock: It might have rendered your history a bit less bloody.

From Fuck Yeah, Dr. McCoy!


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