For a moment, Pike stares at him. It's not out of intimidation this time, but rather the shock that he can be that matter of fact about disposing his own corpse if need be. (To be honest, Pike has thought about matters such as this quite a lot, and has made peace with the very real possibility he'll have to do that one day. All captains have a martyr complex.)
"None of those were your calls to make," he says evenly. He knows raising his voice won't do anything, so now that his initial burst of anger is out, he won't bother with wasting more energy on it. "We have medical teams to assess you, science officers to study and synthesize the virus, and most importantly, commanding officers who have the dubious privilege of deciding who gets to live and who gets to die. You're a very smart cadet, Spock, and you'll make a good officer one day, but you're not the smartest, not the best. Not yet."
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"None of those were your calls to make," he says evenly. He knows raising his voice won't do anything, so now that his initial burst of anger is out, he won't bother with wasting more energy on it. "We have medical teams to assess you, science officers to study and synthesize the virus, and most importantly, commanding officers who have the dubious privilege of deciding who gets to live and who gets to die. You're a very smart cadet, Spock, and you'll make a good officer one day, but you're not the smartest, not the best. Not yet."