[Everything they say is wrong. Has been wrong since Kyle broke his nose in that bar. Every once in a while it's like they step into sync, but both of them have a habit of stumbling, and he's not quite sure if it's intentional or not.]

Look, did I say you wouldn't? It's not pity. When people die-- I care about that. I can't not care.

[Not after Vulcan. He lives with that grief, finds new ways to bury it, but mind melds stay with you forever. It's burnt into his brain like a brand, searing bright with the intricacies of Vulcan agony, and he--

Spock watched him die. That's there, too. It hurts just the same. So you do feel.]

I'm sick of fighting over everything one of us says. I'm just not going to do it any more. Take it or leave it.

[We've both fought enough. Too much.]