Eavesdropping was illogical. Spock knew this, and yet he was still sitting outside of his parents’ door, listening to them argue. The day had been filled with illogical actions though, so as he saw it, one more transgression on his part would not greatly affect the amount of trouble he was anticipating he would be in when his parents eventually came to talk to him.
“We can’t substitute logic for proper parenting, Sarek,” Amanda said, her voice loud but firm. “It might be logical for us to raise Spock on Vulcan. But at this point, it isn’t what’s best for our son and it isn’t what’s best for us as a family. I might have been able to overlook it the first time it happened, but this time, what they did to him…” She trailed off and Spock could hear, even through the wall, the soft hitch of breath that meant she was crying.
Spock hated it when his mother cried. It had only happened a few times since he had first come into awareness, but every time it had, his control was tested. As he was already considered a substandard Vulcan, anything that caused a lapse in his control was to be avoided. As a result, it was logical to do everything possible to keep his mother happy. He reached up to touch a finger to his lip, which was still seeping green blood. It appeared that his efforts had been insufficient.
“He didn’t even fight back this time, Sarek.” Amanda’s horrified whisper echoed in Spock’s ears and he lowered his head in shame. “He told me that there was only a 1.6754 percent chance that they would kill him and he deemed fighting back to be illogical.”
Spock could not understand why his words had upset her. After he had lost control three years ago, he had been advised by many of his people that violence was illogical and that his actions had violated the teachings of Surak. When he had been confronted once more earlier that day, he had taken these warnings into consideration and decided that simply taking the beating would bring less shame to his family than fighting back would. He was unable to comprehend how he had managed to upset his mother as a result of his abiding by the principles of Surak.
“We cannot stay here any longer,” Amanda asserted, her voice firm once more. “They almost killed him and I won’t stand for it. We need to get him off of Vulcan, Sarek. We need to take him to Earth.”
Sarek’s words were low when he answered, so low that they were nearly unintelligible to Spock’s ears. “That is illogical,” Sarek stated. “You are operating under the assumption that Spock will fare better amongst humans than he has amongst Vulcans. You fail to take into account the fact that Earth has a long history of prejudice, whereas Surak has dictated prejudice to be illogical. Furthermore…”
“Sarek,” Amanda cut him off, her tone icy. Spock shuddered. Although he was ashamed to admit it, his mother was frightening when she took that tone of voice. “I love you, but don’t think for one second that I won’t take Spock to Earth and leave you here if I need to.”
There was silence in the room for a significant portion of time. Spock pressed his ear closer to the wall, illogically holding his breath as he waited for his father to respond. “Very well. I will inform the Council of our decision.”
Spock lifted its head from where he had been resting it against the wall and stood to his full height. He straightened his clothes and walked—in as calm and dignified a manner as he was able—back to his quarters. Once inside, he released a shuddering breath. It appeared that they would be going to Earth.