[His breath caught in his lungs momentarily as he adjusted to the inky darkness, once more feeling blinded in the depths of their minds. Visualizing anything on this level was foreign--it was why he always kept his drafts and notes. A hard copy was an important visual for him.]
I...can.
[Once more Spock was his anchor. A part of him wondered if he was being foolish, reckless, or if he was simply a masochist that enjoyed putting himself at risk.]
[Action]
I...can.
[Once more Spock was his anchor. A part of him wondered if he was being foolish, reckless, or if he was simply a masochist that enjoyed putting himself at risk.]