A Bit Less Bloody (The Immunity Syndrome)

[Sickbay]

(Spock is on a biobed, being scanned.) SPOCK: I assure you, Doctor, I am quite all right. The pain was momentary. It passed quickly. MCCOY: All of my instruments seem to agree with you if I can trust these crazy Vulcan readings. Spock, how can you be so sure the lntrepid was destroyed? (Spock gets off the bed.) SPOCK: I sensed it die. MCCOY: But I thought you had to be in physical contact with a subject before SPOCK: Doctor, even I, a half-Vulcan, could hear the death scream of four hundred Vulcan minds crying out over the distance between us. MCCOY: Not even a Vulcan could feel a starship die. SPOCK: Call it a deep understanding of the way things happen to Vulcans, but I know not a person, not even the computers on board the Intrepid, knew what was killing them or would have understood it had they known. MCCOY: But four hundred Vulcans? SPOCK: I've noticed that about your people, Doctor. You find it easier to understand the death of one than the death of a million. You speak about the objective hardness of the Vulcan heart, yet how little room there seems to be in yours. MCCOY: Suffer the death of thy neighbour, eh, Spock? You wouldn't wish that on us, would you? SPOCK: It might have rendered your history a bit less bloody.