Editing The Sevant Murders (section)

===Sevant in the Brig===


(USS Nimitz - Deck 21, Brig - Sevant - 0925)

"Please come with me sir.  You've done what you came here to do.  It's over." 

~Yes, it's over.~ he thought with fatalistic certainty. 


"I will be with you and Commander Sevant in a minute Lt. Stolev.  I have to make sure that Collins is not going to expire on us."  

"He wont." Sevant muttered, mostly to himself. Caladryll forced himself to relive the last several moments, the sound of cracking bones, just how many times had he thrown... Collins?... Against the wall? Sevant finally decided it hadn't been enough times to actually kill him. He felt a momentary heat of anger at the thought that the killer was still alive, but it disappeared quickly in light of everything else. 

He rubbed his face again, trying to come to grips with what he had learned. Was it true? If it wasn't, then Collins had just managed to escape the justice he so richly deserved, Sevant was sure he would never have another opportunity. The Security Chief would see to that. Which reminded him, He looked up and muttered, "Computer, reinstate all of Lt Stolev's Security clearances."

[You do not have the authority...]

Sevant closed his eyes. Everything had already been stripped of him, he should have figured that.

"Commander Sevant, I am here to help you" 

A Woman knelt before him and held his hands. He gasped as psychic signals passed through her into him, with nothing to be done about it.
Vulcans were strongest when touched, and his mind was wild at the time.
She must have noticed, the input suddenly cut off, leaving him alone once again in his mind. 

He didn't respond for a long many moments. He continued through his broken logical process, trying to make sense of everything that had happened in such a way that he would be able to function. Everything he tried failed, however, his thoughts were circular. 

Eventually, however, the enormity of what he had just done hit him.
Waves of fear, regret and the certain knowledge that he had just ended his career washed through him, he had managed to sabotage the one thing he had still possessed after last night. And for what? What was it he had thought to gain... The suffering of another man was not what he had expected.

He pulled his hands away from the doctor. "Leave me," he managed to croak. "I am aware of the consequences, leave me here." He looked up at Stolev, then over at the ACMO. "Leave me, now, and tell the Captain I would speak with her when she has the time."