It was dark outside, and two moons could be seen up in the sky from the modest bedroom's window. However, none of the two Cardassians was paying attention to them. The older man was sat on his bed, still wearing his tick pajamas; he was feeling cold, though. Trying not to show his unrest, he answered firmly, "I tell you I know nothing more!"
The woman standing by his side hardly smiled at him; her icy eyes rested calmly on him. "Why do you insist on lying to me?" Her gaze intensified. "Why do you insist on lying to us? This is the last time I ask nicely. Why were you spared?" She leaned forward until their faces were almost touching each other.
The man averted his eyes for a moment before answering with feigned conviction, "I don't know."
The woman straightened again and made no comment. Gazing at the sitting man with some contempt she did not care to hide, she put her hand in one of the pockets of her expensive dress. She took a small device. "It is your own choice," she said.
The man gulped and fear threatened to show in his eyes, but he did not resist when she reached out her hand to place the known device on his paled forehead; he had seen it before; he had met that same woman long time ago. It was too late to regret the decisions he had made.
"You will tell me the truth now, willingly or not." He noticed again the smile that wanted but never really reached her lips. She had always seemed very cold to him; he wondered what she actually felt. "The escaped Jem'Hadar didn't kill you. Tell me why." Again, no emotion he could read. And fearing the pain he knew would come, and knowing there was nothing more he could do, he surrendered and finally confessed her the truth. He knew he was not very brave, he was not a hero and he would never be. And, when finally he let his words free, he felt well. He had been having nightmares since a very long time, and finally, he realized they were going to go away, finally everything was going to end, because he was going to die. And surprisingly, he realized he welcomed death.