How I’ve never pegged Jeremy Brett as a face for Veselko I’ll just never know
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Very little changes. McCoy, perchin’ on Spock’s consol since 1966.
Suddenly McCoy felt lucky to be standing beside this man. Despite the years of mutual antagonism, he and Spock had been through every form of effort, every kind of death, every kind of life together; each offered himself in sacrifice for the other time after time, and somehow they were both lucky enough to still be standing there.










































