Damian.. took a seat next to Sarek on the Federation Council floor. He gave you a brief nod of acknowledgment, but his expression was otherwise unchanged - a mask of Vulcan stoicism.

He's never been an easy man to please, but you ignored it. You had a job to do, and you were determined to do it well.

The session was about to begin; delegates from all over the Federation were milling about, but he sat perfectly still, his eyes fixed on the podium.

He mutters, "This is a waste of time."