He was dead and I had killed him. I had killed him for the Bajoran woman I had come to hate for so many months, or had told myself to hate. I couldn't hate her; I admired her – her strength, her courage. To be able to stand alongside me, who was her enemy for so long, and help me and not try to wring my neck – there was something to be said for that.
I think Garak noticed it too, I could see him watching us, from the corner of one of his well trained eyes. He seemed unsure, probably as surprised as Kira was. I drew my attention back to her; she was looking at me with more thanks that I thought was possible. I was holding my breath; I hadn't realized it until she spoke, issuing the order to flood all the lower decks with the poison gas.
In the end, I almost laughed; surprised at myself for thinking she'd say anything meaningful to me again.