"Why me?" she asked one evening when they were in her quarters, just sitting.

He thought about it. The only things which came to mind were moments. Like how she drank her raktijino when they read the crime reports on Tuesday mornings. Like how she wasn't afraid to show exactly how she felt or tell it the way it was. The way she said his name. The things they'd forgiven each other for. She was his best friend. He loved her.

"I don't know," he said finally.

She laughed. "At least you're honest."

They went back to watching the stars.


At the end, he thinks back to the beginning, when he played mysterious stranger to Bashir's pretty young doctor- so utterly convinced that he could cure any ill, right any wrong. He was going to save everybody.

Now the lines around his eyes and mouth speak otherwise. The war stripped away his naiveté. Looking in those eyes, Garak can tell his friend has done terrible things. They're a little less different now.

Funny, how at the beginning he wanted to show Julian the way things really are. Now he wishes there were some way to bring that boyish smile back.


Miles gets that the war is serious; of course he does. He's seen the casualty reports, been in battle, gone undercover for the Federation. He's looked over the Breen weapon schematics and concluded that their engineers must be evil geniuses. He watched the Defiant destroyed and felt like part of him died with her.

Since he came on board this station, he's been through hell and back, multiple times.

Some might have been bitter, but Miles O'Brien thinks, as he shares dinner with Keiko, Molly, Yoshi, and Julian, that somebody up there must love him. He's the luckiest man alive.