[ Jim had something of an opposite journey; going from blaming his father for all the things wrong in his life and the universe at large, to learning through experience what his sacrifice had meant, in the grander scheme of things. There's still the remains of bitterness that he never got to meet him, but that's more of a general feeling, aimed at nothing or no one but unfortunate circumstances that neither him nor his father or Starfleet could have done anything about. ]

Mm, slaps on the wrist, mostly. A few night spent in a cell, waiting it out until someone came pick me up. [ His mom, Frank, whoever. He usually preferred the cell. ] You know, totally normal teenage stuff. Starfleet wanted to expunge my record, but I told them to just leave it.