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Spock found it illogical that he could gain peace from anyone or anything, yet the giant white feline provided him with just the tranquility he needed. His eyes closed. I’m exhausted. Vulcans don’t get tired. He thought of Uhura and his chest ached. Then again maybe half-human one’s do. He closed his eyes, willing the pain from his soul’s contradictions to lull him to sleep. The cat, seeing her objective was accomplished crawled on Spock’s stomach, attempting to purr away his mind numbing loneliness.