Attention immediately dropping from the ensign, Khan turns, grip tightening on the poor crewman and a snarl forming on his lips. The fury in his chest - not particularly restrained to begin with - flares to life, nearly choking him with his own grief and rage.
This is the man who murdered his family.
"Spock." The name sounds more like a curse coming from Khan, all twisted and jagged hatred. He doesn't drop the ensign - instead, he hauls him closer, effortlessly, ugly bruises beginning to ring the neck of the weakly-struggling man. "I have every right," he snarls.
Because of course it would be him, this treacherous half-Vulcan who had stolen away everything thing in the universe Khan had held dear. He had seventy-two reasons to live, seventy-two reasons to endure - now he had nothing. Nothing except bitter vengeance.
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Attention immediately dropping from the ensign, Khan turns, grip tightening on the poor crewman and a snarl forming on his lips. The fury in his chest - not particularly restrained to begin with - flares to life, nearly choking him with his own grief and rage.
This is the man who murdered his family.
"Spock." The name sounds more like a curse coming from Khan, all twisted and jagged hatred. He doesn't drop the ensign - instead, he hauls him closer, effortlessly, ugly bruises beginning to ring the neck of the weakly-struggling man. "I have every right," he snarls.
Because of course it would be him, this treacherous half-Vulcan who had stolen away everything thing in the universe Khan had held dear. He had seventy-two reasons to live, seventy-two reasons to endure - now he had nothing. Nothing except bitter vengeance.