Defend, defend, defend. All he can do is block or deflect her attacks as she batters away at his defenses, adding bruises upon bruises, and if he was anyone other than James T. Kirk, he'd be calling it quits about now.

But he is, and quitting isn't in his vocabulary.

He can hardly think about his answer, too focused on trying not to get hit anywhere vital, and it drags a brutally honest answer from him. "Still mad." By all rights, he shouldn't be. He avenged Vulcan, avenged his father, and saved the Earth.

But it won't bring any of them back.