”You are fully capable of choosing your own destiny. Despite what you may think, you are old enough to do so. The question you are faced with is which path you will take. That is something only you can decide.”      Reaching out, Sarek put an arm around his son’s small shoulders. It was an entirely psychical gesture. Logical, in fact. “No one can make that decision for you, Spock. Not your mother, not I, not your peers. Not all of Vulcan or all of Earth. Only you.”      As he sat silent and contemplative by the side of his father, Spock did not reply, the two of them gazing together down the corridor. Thoughts, however, he could not suppress.                                                But…I’m eleven…