"What I know," he begins as he retracts, folds the knife and puts it back in his pocket. "Is that you want this back. Just as you know that I want an actually honest conversation with you." He folds his hands atop the file, and waits.
"You wanted one group to kill the other. A lot of planning went into this, yet the results were not as you could have predicted, perhaps even disappointing. What other way might you have 'pushed'?"
Spock closes the file and sets it aside. "You speak of this as if it were a permanent state. I can assure you it's not. If control can be lost, then the opposite holds true."
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