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Bones remembers Nancy. His Nancy. She’d been sweet and witty and smart and kind. The...the thing in front of him isn’t Nancy. The thing in front of him had been cruel and heartless and he’d done what was necessary.
At least, that’s what he tells himself as Jim lifts the gun from his hand. As Spock says something about simple logical decisions. As he tries not to puke the remnants of his dinner onto the carpet.
It was necessary, he thinks that night, as he drinks himself to oblivion and wonders what kind of doctor drives a species to extinction.