"The air is the air. What can be done?" T'Pau asks dispassionately."I can compensate for the atmosphere and temperature with this. At least it will give Kirk a fighting chance."
I inject the paralyzer into Jim's arm as he kneels, gasping, on the sand. Spock hovers nearby like a crazed, frightened beast. As aggravating as his usual demeanor is, this new Spock is damned terrifying.
I want the old Spock back.
I work for Jim's welfare, but also Spock's. I won't let him kill my friend, but I also won't let him murder someone he cares about so much.