Blood fever is aptly named. Everything everywhere looked red. Spock's blood shrieked like a hurricane in his brain. The frenzy, a thirsty demon, was demanding a blood sacrifice.
~This was for *you*, it's all about *you*.~
He tightened the ahn-whoon around his opponent's neck, and felt him weakening. His victory would soon be complete.
Then Jim desperately touched his mind to say, ~"I trust you. Do what you must. I'm yours."~
Spock saw his image reflected in Jim's eyes. He saw their grandchildren...
Then Jim was gone.
Spock suddenly realized he had just destroyed his own best chance for happiness.