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There were days some say Spock would 'feel' proud of being different. Of having a green tint to his features, his pointy ears and detached emotions.

But other days, days like this as he stood at the window in one of the Academy rooms, watching the events taking place down below, outside. It was fascinating to watch, the women mingle with one another, gossiping, comparing notes, while the men challenged one another, insulting in a good natured tone and what not. He turned his back to the large window, folding his hands behind his back.

Being half Vulcan, he didn't fit in with them, but on the other hand, being half Human, he didn't fit in with the race he considered himself to be. Torn between two worlds that would never accept him for either of which he was.

An outsider, a loner that had no place in society.

Spock should've added such factors into the calculation of choosing Starfleet over the Vulcan Science Academy. The age he had been when he enlisted, however, he understood what the Fleet was for, how he would fit in, where his mind would be useful. There wasn't time for social interaction in his calculations, formulas, problem solving.

The hybrid often pondered on days like these if he should've stayed with the Vulcan Science Academy, dealing with the higher-than-usual standards set for him, or if staying here, among illogical humans that pointed, laughed, insulted, jeered at him for being different.

Was going to Starfleet a logical choice? One made out of rage for insulting his heritage?
Or perhaps his mind had slipped, and he had made an illogical one, going from one society that insulted him to another that cast him out completely.

He moved through the room to have a seat behind a desk that had a few PADDs on it left for reviewing.

Spock supposed it wouldn't have mattered, as he would've been an outsider, no matter which place he chose.
Even if that place was by himself.