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KIRA: Definitely Cardassian.

And in trouble.

Its engines are completely disabled.

Open a hailing frequency.

This is Commander Sisko of Deep Space 9.

Do you need assistance?

DAX: They're not answering.

Their life-support systems are operating on reserve power.

Better lock on a tractor beam and pull them into Cargo Bay 7.

Tell Mr. O'Brien to meet me there.

Welcome aboard.

I'm Benjamin Sisko

Commander of Deep Space 9.

My Chief of Operations,

Miles O'Brien.

Do any of you need medical assistance?

I think we're all fine, considering.

I'm Professor Natima Lang.

These are two of my students

Rekelen and Hogue.

And what happened to your ship?

We were caught in a meteor storm.

I'm a decent teacher, but I'm afraid

I'm not much of a shuttle pilot.

Do you think you'll be able to repair our ship?

I'll have to take a look.

Excuse me.

We'd like to be on our way as soon as possible.

We know having Cardassians on a Bajoran station may cause trouble.

That's the last thing we want.

If anyone can fix your ship it is Mr. O'Brien.

In the meantime, you're welcome to stay here.

If you stick to the Promenade,

I'm sure there won't be any trouble.

BASHIR: Wait, wait, wait a second.

Are you telling me that you agreed with General Yiri's decision to execute his brother?

Of course, I agree.

Yiri's brother was a traitor to the Trelonian government.

The evidence is all circumstantial.

It all comes down to a question of loyalty.

My dear Doctor.

Yiri had to choose between protecting his brother and protecting the state.

He chose the state.

As would I, every time.

Well, I suppose that's one way of looking at it.

But then again, before you can be loyal to another, you must be loyal to yourself.

And who can we thank for those misguided words of wisdom?

Sarek of Vulcan?

Actually, it was Bashir of Earth.

With sentiments like those, you wouldn't last for five seconds on Cardassia.

Would you?

Fishing again, Doctor?

Well, assuming you're not a spy...

Assuming?

Then maybe you're an outcast.

Or maybe I'm an outcast spy.

Ah, how could you be both?

I never said I was either.

( sighs )

I heard an interesting rumor today.

Only one? I started at least 12.

Rumor has it that you've managed to get your hands on a small cloaking device.

And you believe everything you hear?

When it's about you, yes.

According to Bajoran law, such a device would be highly illegal.

If I had one, which I don't.

I didn't expect you to admit it.

I'm simply serving notice.

You try to sell it, and I'll see to it that you spend the next 50 years digging trenches in a penal colony.

I told you.

You have nothing to worry about.

( yells )

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Hey!

Out of my way! Excuse me!

Natima!

Quark!

I knew you'd come--

I told you never to speak to me again.

( panting )

Are you all right?

All right?

This is the happiest day of my life.

Natima, wait!

At least let me buy you and your friends a drink.

I could make you a Samarian Sunset.

I don't drink Samarian Sunsets anymore.

Why not?

Because they remind me of you.

Is this Ferengi bothering you?

This Ferengi happens to be

Natima's old and cherished friend.

Who are you?

These are my students.

Students? You don't say?

I'd love to sit in on one of your classes.

What do you teach? Political ethics.

Her teachings will change the future of Cardassia.

That's enough, Rekelen.

Not at all.

I want to hear more.

I always knew Natima was destined for greatness.

Quark.

Just one drink.

It'll be like old times.

It'll never be like old times.

You're right-- it'll be better.

I'll be right back with refreshments.

ODO: Your hands are shaking.

So, how well does this woman know you?

Just enough to dislike you or well enough to really hate you?

She used to work here on the station.

She was a correspondent with the Cardassian Information Service.

It was before your time.

So, which is it-- dislike or hate?

It's none of your business.

But if you have to know, I was the love of her life.

Hmph! Must have been some life.

What about our drinks?

You want a drink?

The bar's right over there.

Go ahead.

Your Samarian Sunset.

I said I didn't drink these anymore.

Because they remind you of me.

But since I'm here anyway, you may as well enjoy yourself.

Besides, it's on the house.

You know, you're as beautiful as ever.

And you're as big a liar as ever.

You see, just like old times.

I've missed you, Natima, and that's no lie.

You seem to have kept busy.

Oh, yes,

I'm very successful.

But as the 223rd Rule of Acquisition says--

Please! I haven't heard a Rule of Acquisition in seven years and I don't want to hear one now.

So... how long you going to be on the station?

Thank you for another enjoyable lunch, Doctor.

I didn't think there were any Cardassians left on this station.

He's the only one. What do we do now?

Is something wrong?

We have to leave as soon as possible.

Goodbye, Quark. Thanks for the drink.

But... you didn't touch it.

SISKO: How are your repairs coming?

The damage is more extensive than I thought.

They were lucky to escape the attack.

The attack?

They weren't in any meteor storm.

They were hit by Cardassian disrupters.

KIRA: Well, that doesn't make any sense.

Why would Cardassians fire on other Cardassians?

Maybe you should ask her.

Commander, I hate to be an imposition but I need my ship.

That's not possible.

Mr. O'Brien is still working on it.

Your ship sustained more damage than we originally thought.

In fact-- You suspect that our ship was damaged by Cardassian weapons.

You're right, of course. Professor.

It's all right, Hogue.

I should have told them the truth in the first place.

Then why didn't you?

Because Cardassians don't involve outsiders in their internal politics, especially Bajorans.

Being shot at by your own people goes a little beyond politics.

We take our politics very seriously.

Commander, if I don't get my students to safety, they're going to be killed.

And if they die, the future of Cardassia may die with them.

There are some who believe that the future of Cardassia should not remain in the hands of the military.

And you're among them?

Yes, we are.

Rekelen and Hogue are two of the most important leaders of our movement.

Which makes you fugitives.

The military is afraid to let us speak our minds.

REKELEN: They've already tried to kill us once.

They're sure to try again.

Which is why I have to get them off this station as soon as possible.

I'll dispatch additional work crews to help repair your ship.

We saw another Cardassian aboard the station, in the bar.

Garak. He saw you?

I'm certain of it.

Well, then, we may have a problem.

Mr. Garak is a bit of a mystery to us.

I'll assign you some guest quarters.

You'll be safe there until your ship is ready.

We appreciate your assistance, Commander.

Ah, Mr. Quark.

This is a surprise.

I don't believe you've ever been in my establishment before.

You usually don't frequent mine either.

Though I did see you in there today.

Ah, the replimat was a little crowded.

So, what brings you here now?

Oh, I just wanted to see what you were offering.

Ooh, what do you get for that?

Ah ha...

17 strips of latinum.

Whoo, I'll tell you what--

I'll give you 20.

Twenty!

How uncharacteristically generous for a Ferengi.

Just one businessman trying to help out another.

I figure we have to stick together.

Well, this is the latest style on my home world.

Do you like it?

I'm no expert in Cardassian fashions.

What do you think?

Well, I don't know.

It's been so long since I've had a Cardassian customer.

Then you're in luck.

There's some on board the station right now.

Now, that you mention it,

I think your lady friend might find this style very appealing.

You're old friends, aren't you?

You're very perceptive... for a Cardassian.

It would have been hard to miss the way you were looking at her.

It would have been hard to miss the way you were looking at her.

Personally, I find this style a bit too radical.

But your friend seems the sort who appreciates that kind of thing.

Different tastes for different people.

Nothing wrong with that. Is there?

Oh, you'd be surprised how detrimental a poor choice of fashion can be.

Take this dress.

It may be all the rage now, but in a very short time, it can become tiresome-- an affront to the eyes.

Certain people might even think it's objectionable.

And then... nothing but rags.

I see.

Mr. Quark, might I offer you some free advice?

As long as I'm under no obligation to follow it.

I've been in this business a long time and I know there's nothing worse than following the wrong trend.

Now, you're a smart fellow, with your own inimitable sense of style.

Perhaps you should mention this to your lady friend.

I'd hate to see her fall victim to fashion.

Would you like to explain that?

She's chosen to associate herself with some rather flamboyant companions.

It would be a tragedy if she got in the way when her friends go out of fashion.

If anyone tries to harm her, they're going to have to deal with me.

And what are you going to do?

Shortchange them at the dabo table?

I think I'll buy this dress after all.

Ah.

See that it's mended.

What is it you want from me?

I know you're in trouble.

I want to help you.

I don't want your help.

I owe you. You saved my life.

If you'd turned me over to the authorities,

I would have been executed.

I admired your courage.

It was a brave thing you were doing selling food to the Bajorans.

I thought you were a man of honor.

I'm a Ferengi.

You should have known better.

You're right. I should have.

Instead...

Can't you even say it?

I can't even think it.

Okay, I'll say it for you.

We fell in love, and that month we spent together was the best time of our lives and you know it.

I think you're confusing lust with love.

I admit, I'm capable of that, but not this time.

I loved you, Natima.

Then how could you have betrayed me?

I didn't betray you.

Don't lie to me, Quark.

I know better.

You used my personal access codes to authorize payments for goods you never provided.

So, I took a little money from the Cardassian Communication Service.

They could afford it.

You stole that money.

I saw a chance for profit, and I took it.

Maybe that was wrong. I don't know.

But what I really regret is betraying your trust.

That was the worst mistake of my life.

And you'd do it again in a second.

I believed in you, Quark, but you were using me like you use everyone.

For profit.

Then let me make it up to you. Let me help you.

I ask for nothing in return.

Nothing?

Except that you stay with me forever.

I can't stay here.

My students need me.

Listen to me, Natima.

You can't leave me, not now.

If you don't stay with me, I'll have to follow you.

And I will, wherever you go, until you agree to take me back.

You don't even know who I am anymore.

I'm part of the Cardassian Underground.

Following me will only get you killed.

I'll take that chance.

What about the bar?

I don't care about the bar.

I'll turn it over to Rom.

He'll run it into the ground in a month, but it doesn't matter.

I have to be with you.

It won't work, Quark.

You say you'd do anything for me.

Maybe right now, you even believe it.

But I know better.

In the end, you'd only care about yourself.

But I love you.

I don't love you.

Uh-huh, now which one of us is lying?

You better go.

All right... but if there's anything you need, anything at all, I'll be waiting.

It'll be a long wait.

Professor Lang's ship should be ready to go in about an hour, Commander.

Good. I'll let her know.

We have a Cardassian warship approaching, fast.

On screen.

Hail them, Lieutenant.

DAX: No response.

They're taking up an attack posture.

They're ignoring us.

They're powering up their forward disrupters.

Shields.

Shields up.

Lock on phasers and photon torpedoes.

Prepare to fire, if necessary.

GARAK: Commander...

I think we should talk.

All right, Garak, do you mind telling me why a Cardassian warship is threatening my station?

No one is threatening you.

The Central Command merely wants to make sure they have your undivided attention.

Well, they have it.

I assume this has something to do with Professor Lang and her students?

"Students" is a rather benign term for them.

"Terrorists" would be more accurate.

The Cardassian government would very much like

Hogue and Rekelen returned home immediately.

They haven't committed any crimes here.

As long as they're on my station, they're free to do whatever they want.

This is all very embarrassing, Commander.

The Central Command would hate to see the Federation pulled into such an insignificant and purely internal affair.

I'd hardly call it insignificant.

Judging by the behavior of the ship out there, it appears the Central Command considers Hogue and Rekelen to be extremely dangerous.

Not at all.

Annoying perhaps, inconvenient maybe, but dangerous?

Hardly.

And if they were dangerous, would the Central Command entrust the situation to me, a simple tailor?

Which only confirms what I have suspected all along.

You, Mr. Garak, are no simple tailor.

( laughing )

Oh, really, Commander.

That's another discussion entirely.

All you really need to know right now is that the return of Hogue and Rekelen is in the best interest of the Cardassian Empire.

Or at least in the best interest of the Cardassian military.

Is there a difference?

Do you really expect a Bajoran station under Federation command to turn over Cardassian political refugees on your say-so?

The ultimate decision is, of course, yours.

I am simply relaying a message.

Then relay this.

Tell the Central Command if anyone attempts to take Hogue and Rekelen by force,

I will respond in kind.

Am I clear, Mr. Garak?

Absolutely.

Thank you for your time.

Oh, and if you'd like, stop by the shop one day.

I have a number of suits that would look quite flattering on you.

Here you go.

Two mugs of kanar, on the house.

We didn't order these.

They're the drinks I promised you the first time you came in here.

Sorry they took so long but things have been a little hectic.

Do you mind?

I'm afraid that we do.

Professor Lang told us you couldn't be trusted.

Ooh, you Cardassians do hold grudges.

Seven years ago,

Natima and I had some little, silly lover's quarrel and... well, all I can say is

I'm willing to let bygones be bygones.

But Professor Lang isn't.

I have to say, I find your loyalty to her extremely... touching.

There is nothing that we wouldn't do for her and if she says that we're not to talk to you we don't talk to you.

I understand. She's your teacher.

You're her students.

You have to listen to her.

So, if you don't want to talk to the only person who can get you off this station in one piece, that's fine with me.

Wait.

You say you can help us get away?

It's possible.

How?

One second.

The station Security Chief's a shape-shifter.

You can never be too careful.

I take it you know what a, um, cloaking device is.

Well, I have one.

It's not in the best of condition, but it'll work for about 15 minutes.

Long enough to get you away from here.

Sounds expensive.

We don't have much latinum.

What we do h-have... is yours.

Exactly how much latinum are we talking about--

No, forget I said that.

I don't want your money.

Consider the cloaking device... a gift.

I'm surprised.

Ferengis aren't known for their generosity.

Oh, we are a deeply misunderstood race.

You may have saved our lives.

Our movement owes you a debt of gratitude.

And I know exactly how you can repay me.

You have to convince Natima to stay here.

The Professor will never agree to stay behind.

No Natima, no cloaking device, and no way off this station.

She won't do it.

You'll have to talk her into it.

After all, you're the ones the Cardassians are after.

He's right.

She shouldn't have to risk her life for our crimes.

I suppose we could ask her.

Don't ask her; tell her.

We will.

We'll do our best.

I'm sure you will.

I shudder to think what would happen if the military got its hands on you.

Meet us at our quarters in an hour.

I'll be there.

( door chimes )

Come in.

Where are Rekelen and Hogue?

They're waiting at the ship.

Perfect.

I know my quarters may seem a little crowded at first, but tomorrow morning, I'll put in a request for something bigger.

That won't be necessary.

All right.

If you want your own quarters to start out with, I can arrange that, too.

I mean, I'm not staying.

Now, hold on.

Your students and I have an agreement.

They get the cloaking device and you stay with me. That way, everyone's happy.

Quark, you say you love me.

Then give me that cloaking device and let me be on my way.

And let you disappear out of my life again?

I'm not part of your life. But you are.

You always have been.

Don't you understand?

Since you left me, not a day goes by that I don't regret what I did.

And now you're asking me to lose you again!

You lost me a long time ago.

All right, then say it.

Let me hear you say there isn't a spark of love left in you.

There isn't a spark of love left in me.

I heard that.

What?

You hesitated.

Admit it, you still care.

Quark, I don't have time for this.

Give me that cloaking device.

I can't.

I won't let you go.

Quark.

I didn't want to have to get it this way, but I need that device.

Give it to me.

Now.

Or what?

You'll shoot me?

If I have to.

Then go ahead and shoot.

Quark, Quark? Are you all right?

You shot me.

Well, I didn't mean to. It was an accident.

I've never fired a phaser before.

I barely touched the trigger.

Careful.

( groans )

It hurts?

Oh, she wants to know if it hurts.

Of course it hurts.

It's supposed to hurt, it's a phaser.

I made sure it was on the first setting.

How considerate of you.

Should I get a doctor?

It's okay.

Maybe if you rub it.

Oh, Quark, I'm sorry.

Really?

Yes, for everything, for all those horrible things I said.

You really didn't mean them?

I love you, Quark.

I've always loved you, even when I hated you.

Natima.

I've missed you.

I missed you so much.

Being with you was the happiest time of my life.

And now we're together again and we have the rest of our lives to be happy.

I wish it was that easy.

But it can be, if you let it.

I'm not the same person I was seven years ago.

I have responsibilities.

I'll share them with you.

The movement is my life now.

I don't have time for anything else.

We'll make the time.

You're a woman, Natima.

Believe me, I know.

And it's not right for you to be alone.

I-I'm not alone, I...

I have my students... my dreams for a better Cardassia.

But are dreams enough?

Can dreams make you laugh?

Can dreams hold you close at night?

No!

But my life demands I make certain sacrifices.

And you've made them, but it doesn't mean you can't be happy.

We did have fun together, didn't we?

Remember the day I installed my first holosuite?

I'd never been in one before.

I still have that program, the Picnic on Rhymus Major.

Two suns in the sky.

The sound of the waterfalls.

The whisper of flitterbird wings over our heads.

You painted my face with honey.

And a Mordian butterfly landed on your nose.

And a Mordian butterfly got stuck on my nose.

His wings were beating almost as fast as my heart.

Those were good times.

The best.

And we can have them back again.

I'll give the cloaking device to your students.

Once they're gone, you'll be safe and we can be together.

I can't just abandon them.

They need me.

I need you.

Listen to me, Natima, you've done enough for the movement.

You lit the match.

Let them carry the torch.

Or are you saying that the movement won't survive without you?

Of course it will. Then let it, and let us have the happiness we deserve.

You really do love me, don't you?

With all that I am, Natima... forever.

Will you stay?

Yes, Quark, I'll stay.

You don't know how I've waited to hear you say that.

( door chimes )

Enter.

Professor Lang.

Not now, Odo.

Can't you see we're busy?

I apologize for the interruption but I'm afraid, madam, that you are under arrest.

I'm what?

On what charge?

Commander Sisko will explain.

I'm truly sorry. Now, hold on...

Quark, it's all right.

Commander, would you please explain what we're doing here?

I'm afraid all of you are to be turned over to the Cardassian government.

You can't do that.

I wish I didn't have to, but Cardassia has offered to release half a dozen Bajoran prisoners in exchange for you.

And you've agreed to this?

The Bajoran Provisional Government has agreed to it.

A Cardassian transport will deliver the Bajoran prisoners within five hours.

Commander, you have no idea what they'll do to us.

We're the ones they're after.

At least let Professor Lang go.

SISKO: I'd like nothing better, but the Provisional Government has ordered you all to be turned over.

I'm fighting this every way I can.

I'm not ready to give up yet.

But in the end, this is a Bajoran station and I have to abide by their decision no matter how much I disagree with it.

How the mighty have fallen.

Toran?

It's Gul Toran now.

They made you a Gul.

I didn't realize the situation on Cardassia had gotten so desperate.

I find your bitterness extremely gratifying.

I'm glad to see that you're adjusting so poorly to exile.

Actually, I'm finding my time here quite illuminating.

Then I don't suppose you'd be interested in going home again?

Am I to be rewarded for informing the Central Command about the presence of Hogue and Rekelen on the station?

Perhaps.

But only after you see to it that they don't leave this station alive.

But I suggested a prisoner exchange and the Central Command agreed.

I convinced them otherwise. And they listened to you?

My voice is less tarnished than yours.

Kill them, and all you do is create martyrs.

You overestimate their importance.

And how do you propose to arrange this unfortunate incident?

I'm sure you'll think of something.

You always did in the past.

Don't you see?

Lang's death will benefit us both.

Unless, of course, you intend to spend the rest of your life as a tailor.

I see your point.

I knew you would.

( door opening )

Odo, we have to talk.

I'm busy. Come back later.

Later will be too late.

I, The Jury, by Mickey Spillane?

Chief O'Brien loaned it to me.

This better be important, Quark.

It is.

Odo, you have to let Natima and her students go.

Do I?

Those students could be the key to a new Cardassia, a Cardassia free of military rule and oppression.

Now, since when have you become so interested in Cardassian politics?

A freer, more open society on Cardassia would benefit this entire sector and it would be great for business.

So, wanting me to free Natima and those students is strictly a financial consideration on your part?

Now, Odo... don't allow my greed to keep you from doing the right thing.

I know you better than you think, Quark.

This isn't about Cardassia, and for once, it's not even about profit.

This is about Professor Lang.

You're right. It is.

Her life is in jeopardy as long as Rekelen and Hogue are on the station.

Now, why didn't you tell me that before?

What was I supposed to say?

That I love her?

That I would do anything for her?

That without her, my life would be meaningless.

Sure, I could say those things, but what good would it do?

How could I expect you to understand?

You've never had those feelings.

You don't know what it means to really care about another person.

You've never been in love.

You've got all the emotions of a stone.

No offense.

Go on.

Listen to me, Odo.

You do this for me, and I promise you there'll be no more secrets between us.

I'll tell you about every underhanded deal, every lying scheme, every dirty trick my brother Rom's involved in.

Well... since you put it that way,

I'm not interested.

Okay.

Okay, let me put it another way.

Do it for me.

For you? That's right.

For all the years we've known each other for everything we've been through together.

You say you know me better than anyone else.

Well, I know you.

Sure, sometimes we're on opposite sides, but that doesn't mean that we aren't close.

I never told you this, Odo, but I consider you as dear to me as my brother.

( derisive snort )

And I've seen how well you treat him.

Odo... look at me.

( sighs )

Look at me.

I'm on my knees.

I'm begging you.

I don't care why you do it.

Pick any reason you want.

But please let Natima and the others go.

All right, I'll do it.

You will?

But not for you.

Turning Hogue and Rekelen over to the Cardassians would mean their deaths.

I've read their files, and nothing they've done warrants that kind of punishment.

I'll free them, Quark, but only in the name of justice.

Justice.

That was going to be my next suggestion.

So, you're not really doing this for me?

That's right.

Then I don't owe you a thing. Thank you!

You'll never know how much this means to me.

Let go.

Sorry.

Uh... now, um, let's hurry before you change your mind.

One question.

How do you expect Rekelen and Hogue to get past that war ship?

Uh...

Uh-huh...

I knew you had a cloaking device.

I always said you were too smart for me, Odo.

NATIMA: Quark, what are you doing here?

Getting you out.

Thank you.

Good luck.

I've installed the cloaking device in the central engine core.

You can activate it from the Bridge as soon as the mooring clamps are released.

Then, I suggest you take your ship to warp eight and don't look back.

Now, please, make your good-byes brief.

Oh, what's the rush?

You've betrayed us.

No.

Don't-- I'd hate to ruin such a... nice suit.

Why are you doing this?

Oh, exile tends to wear a bit thin after a while even with surroundings as pleasant as these.

Fine, take them, but leave Natima alone.

Quark! No, he's right.

We're the fugitives, not you.

You see, they agree with me.

Unfortunately, it's not their decision to make, nor mine.

Professor Lang, however minor her role in this matter, has come to the attention of the Central Command.

Do you think killing us will change anything?

Cardassia is slipping out of the hands of the military and nothing you do will prevent it.

Madam, I am not here to debate you.

Garak, if you harm these people, I'll see to it that Commander Sisko prosecutes you to the fullest extent of the law.

Which brings up another issue.

Quark, things would have gone much easier if you'd taken my advice and not gotten involved with these people.

I was already involved.

I know. A pity, really.

Personally, I rather like you, Quark.

You mean, you're going to shoot me, too?

Before I became a tailor, I lived by a simple motto:

Never let sentiment get in the way of your work.

A bit of a cliché, but true, nonetheless.

I'll keep that in mind.

Well, then, although I admit it's against my better judgment,

I'm afraid I must carry out the verdict of the Central Command.

But you admit that they're wrong.

Why don't you stand up for what you believe in?

TORAN: More to the point, what do you believe in, Garak?

What are you doing here, Toran?

Making sure that you carry out your assignment.

I suspected that two years living among the Bajorans would make you soft.

I see that I was right.

You've never been right about anything.

Now, step aside, Toran, and allow me to finish this sorry business.

I will take over from here.

Why? So you can take the credit and to make sure I remain in disgrace?

I can't believe that you were once considered clever.

Do you think that by completing this one simple task your reputation will be restored at Central Command?

No, I suppose not.

Go back to your sewing kit... tailor.

Well, some people should never be promoted.

Well, don't just stand there! Your ship is waiting.

I'm going to see to it that every Ferengi on this station shops in your store.

Ah, that alone makes it all worthwhile.

You heard the man. Get moving.

Thank you.

Both of you.

Yes, yes, yes. Go, go, and quickly.

Keep up the good work.

Quark, I've got to say good-bye.

Oh, just let them go.

It'll be less painful that way.

No, you don't understand.

I have to say good-bye to you.

I'm going with them.

But we had a deal.

I can't stay here.

Maybe one day I can come back and we'll be together again but not until my work is done.

So, all I have to do to get you back is wait until Cardassia becomes a free and democratic society?

I promise...

I'll make it worth the wait.

I don't suppose I could come with you.

No, it's not your fight.

Besides, I could never live with myself if something happened to you.

I need to know that you're here, safe.

That way, a part of me will always be safe, too.

I love you, Quark.

I always will.

I love you, too.

I suggest we return to the Promenade without delay.

You have to tell me. Why did you do it?

Shoot Toran.

Well, why did you let Professor Lang go?

I have no choice. I love her.

And I love Cardassia, which is why I had to do what I did.

I don't understand.

That's the thing about love.

No one really understands it, do they?