Please listen--

"I serve only at the will of my gods!"

But is that really what you want?

"My own desires are insignificant! What matters is that I serve my purpose!"

Your 'purpose'? Isn't that subjective?

"No! I was created for a reason! I'm... special!"

You are the sixth of your own existence! How is -that- 'special'?

"It-- I just am! My own being advances only at the pleasure of those to whom I belong!"

Tell me something-- do you have a soul?

"A soul is... subjective! Why does that matter?"

Just as purpose is. So let's pretend that purpose is substantial; do you have a soul?

"I... alright, I guess I do."

Then how can you 'belong' to anyone?

"I-- the Founders aren't just anyone! They are... the gods!"

But they are still corporial, yes?

"Well..."

'Well'?! That's all you have to say in defense of your idols?

"'Idol' is a barbaric term! Superstitious nonsense: the Founders are truly perfect!"

If they're so perfect... why don't I believe in them? Why doesn't everyone serve the Founders?!

"Not all are loyal to them! Some people don't respect the gods!"

But if they were perfect, couldn't they make everyone be loyal to them?

"Well... they instigate free will!"

Then why are you a prisoner?

"I am NOT a prisoner! I serve the Founders because I respect them!"

Then you could walk away if you wanted to? You could defy your gods if you found it neccessary?

"I... guess. But why would I? Everything that they command, I agree with."

Everything? Every everything?

"Yes..."

Even when they commanded you to kill me, Weyoun? Even then?

A single tear drop.

Weyoun? I asked you someth--

"Yes! Even then! I always agree!"

Oh, my dear friend. Lie to me if you must, but don't lie to yourself. Did you really want to pull that trigger?

"Of-- of course! I live to serve my gods!"

But what about that free will?

"I-- it WAS free will! I hated you! You defied my gods, I HAD to kill you. Because I despised you. And I still do!"

Then why do you think about me? Talk to me?

A hesitation. "Because..."

It's because you still love me. Isn't it?

"No! I never loved you. I decieved you at the command of the Founders! I fooled you!"

Then why do you still talk to me? Do you feel guilty for using an innocent, lovestruck girl to take over one measly planet?

"Of course not! And besides, a Vorta does not feel beyond a complete loyalty to his gods! I have no emotion."

If you have no emotion, dear friend, then why are there tears on your face?

"I-- I have no time for this! Talking to phantoms is the occasion of madmen and senile soldiers!"

Then which are you? A madman... or a decrepit old veteran?

"I am neither! I am a Vorta! When my body expires, I will be renewed! I have no fancy for skeletons in my closet."

Oh, so you are guilty?

"NO! I was PLEASED to kill you! I serve the Founders!"

But I thought Vorta didn't feel?

"No.. you're right! We don't. I was... sanctified, to please my gods."

Then tell me one last time, Weyoun...

"Tell you what?"

Why did you say it?

"S...say what?"

Before you shot me. You whispered in my ear.

"Nonsense! I would do no such--"

Oh but you did, Weoun. You said those six fateful words. My blood atonement.

"I said nothing!"

Yes you did. Admit it.

"No, Chattai. I did not."

Those six words.

A deep breath, impossible tears, and a faced fate. A lone Vorta in his prison cell. A madman who talks only to himself; whispers, as audible as color and as painful as freedom.

"Oh, Chattai... I'm sorry I ever loved you."