His distress. Yeah-- Might be difficult for you, but my brother and I; that's the kinda relationship we have. He gave me this-- [ He touches his eye, where there's the faintest hint of a bruise still lingering. ] And he's been sharing rumours about me before I even got here.

I'm not saying it was the right thing to do so much as it's how we do things. Can't really apologise for nature, right?

[ The Petrellis of 21st Century New York--about as far from Vulcan as it's possible to get. ]