NOTE: Short story that takes place just after Salen was arrested for 'murdering' Langlin Jr.
The Other Side
Razor stared through the 'one way wall' at the Vulcan curled up in the corner of the cell he'd been confined to. With his knees hugged to his chest he hid his face in his crossed arms. Razor could tell by the way he was shaking that he was crying softly. Razor knelt down to get a better look at the Vulcan. He was muscular, stronger looking than any of the other Vulcans he'd seen. The green scars that were slashed into his skin certainly had a story to tell. It was hard to tell what looked more out of place, his pointed ears or his shock white hair. Razor felt like the young man should have one or the other.
Standing back up Razor put his hands on his hips and shook his head sadly. He knew the Vulcan couldn't see him, to him the wall would look as solid as the others