He had saved me. Sacrificed his friend for my life, I couldn't believe it. I stared at him in disbelief, wondering if this was all some sick dream I was having. If I'd wake up and be back on Deep Space Nine, that I'd still be hating him. Getting up in the morning and seeing his face, seeing Dukat, knowing that there was a war going on and there was barely anything I could do.
But this was all real. He had thrown away the last friend he had to save my life. I like to tell myself it was because he still needed my help, that without me, the resistance would shatter, but it was more than that. I could see it in his eyes when Rusot accused him of wanting me dead. No matter how tempting the offer, the price seemed to be too high for him.
I could never look at him the same way after that. He had shattered my views on Cardassians that I once had – I don't know if I'll ever know what to think again.
