[ He still has the energy to glare at "Roger" for that singularly unhelpful piece of advice. Were they not both already covered in blood and dirt and other substances Spock does not wish to think of, he would, albeit distantly, take some pleasure in the fact that he is at least spilling his blood on "Roger's" clothing. As it is, he only manages to stagger near apace with "Roger."
The question takes a moment to register, and Spock finds himself leaning heavily on "Roger's" shoulder as he drags his hazy mind towards an answer. But finally, he grits out: ]
At the moment, I am hardly in a position to take issue with your methods.
[ It's not a no. It's closer to one than it would have been earlier, though. ]
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The question takes a moment to register, and Spock finds himself leaning heavily on "Roger's" shoulder as he drags his hazy mind towards an answer. But finally, he grits out: ]
At the moment, I am hardly in a position to take issue with your methods.
[ It's not a no. It's closer to one than it would have been earlier, though. ]