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What do I have to be thankful for?There is so much in my life that I can say I am thankful for. The Founders have provided everything I will ever need. If not for them, my people would be little more than apes; forest creatures, pathetically stupid and without any sort of social graces
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Galen - Crusade - JMS
Holy! This is so going in my memories!! I love it when your muse does things like this...It serves as an excellent reminder that no matter how great you believe yourself to be the truth will always reveal who you really are...
Damar laughs coldly to Weyoun’s sharp reaction to his taunting.
Come on now did you really think she could commit such crimes and get away with it?
His eyes grow murderous at Weyoun’s taunts as he curls a lip feeling the shame of the truth biting at his thoughts. Growling in deadly tones he replies a little too quickly to completely hide his shame and fury.
You seem to forget that I did form the resistance that I did finally take a stand and fight against the oppression that your people invoked on us. I care little whether myself or my people are worthy of your creator’s presence. The Founders can all rot in the eternal abyss for all I care, in fact I wish they would.
However as Weyoun smiles cruelly Damar studies him in concern, just what the hell could he be up to now? He thinks in agitation but it soon fades as horror and pain wells up in him at the sight of the small Galor class toy that rests in Weyouns hand. He tries to speak but the lump in his throat restricts his words as memories of young Eldur playing with this toy fill his thoughts. It was the child’s favorite play thing and it used to bring him hours of joy but now all that remains is this small icon to a past long since lost. No longer able to contain his emotions but instinctively forced to retain them due to his firm Cardassian upbringing, the Supreme Legate mind litterly shuts down. As though in a trance he silently takes the small toy from Weyoun’s hands and turns to leave without another word, his mind no longer able to formulate a thought under the weight of pain and sorrow.
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That's a good quote--very excellent, especially considering the circumstances.... I'm really hating Weyoun right now. >.< He's undoing all the work that Ezri has done with Damar, plus he's giving him even more problems.... GAH! It's so hard to mun such a creep.
Weyoun does not smile, but his face remains impassive; he does not meet the Cardassian's eyes. His words are coldly clipped and enunciated, almost as if they were meted out, one by one, each tested over and over, until they finally leave his mouth.
The Founder does not commit crimes, Damar. She is a god; gods do no wrong. I pity your ignorance.
Then that ingratiating smile returns, and he is his old self once again. Of course you joined the Resistance--when it served your purpose to do so. When you had hurt your people all you could from one side, you defected to the other side so that you could continue to injure them. Only an uncanny sense of luck saved you from bringing the entire Quadrant down around your ears.
And that's what you've really wanted all along, isn't it? To sit atop the ruins of your home, and look out over death and destruction, and laugh?
Who knows? Perhaps one day soon your wish will be granted.
OOC-Oh man it's so hard to write this....
Weyoun watches, his face in an evil, cruel smile, as he sees the Cardassian's pain and anger.
My, my, I didn't expect you to be so broken up about it. You are a Cardassian, aren't you? Vigilant and stolid until the end?
Weyoun watches the Cardassian leave, and shakes his head, his expression a bitter mockery of sympathy. Perhaps there is also a trace of jealousy; the Vorta has never known what it is to truly love something as much as Damar loved his son. For the first time in his life, he feels...envy towards this Cardassian, even envy towards his pain. His only relief is to rub salt in the wound, and try to drive the point home as hard as he can; and yet, all he really wishes to say is "Next time you have something you love, hang on to it--you are lucky."
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize he...meant so much to you.
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Damar sneers
Does she now? Good luck trying to explain that to the Federation not to mention the Klingon and Romulan empires. I'm sure they'd have a few choice words on that little matter.
The Vorta's next remarks cause him to blow up as he growls.
Now why would I want that? All I wanted was to see Cardassia strong and healthy. I never wanted any of this! Yes people died in the resistance and I'm not proud of that, but at least their deaths weren't for nothing. They died for our peoples freedom and now we are free.
If anyone enjoyed such needless destruction it is your "almighty" Founders. Their idea of a great victory is to watch the entire Alpha Quadrant go up in flames! To them the war isn't over until every "solid" is dead. So don't you dare point your ugly little finger at me when you know that you (and your creators) are just as guilty if not more so then I am of needless destruction!
The temper quickly fades as does all concious thought at the sight of Eldur's toy. Though he vaguelly hears Weyoun's taunts he doesn't physically show any response to it as he can only stare at him briefly, before quietly turning and walking away. All that his mind can register is the powerful need to be alone. To mourn once again for something he can never take back...In the back of his mind he can almost hear the echo of Weyoun's voice as the image of his son and wife remains strong in his mind leaving only one response to play out in his thoughts as the pain overwhelms him.
...They were everything to me...
Nice bit with Weyoun's thoughts, it never occured to me that he was this way because of envy but it certainly explains alot. Not ot mention it really gives him depth as a character! Even if he is a git I find myself almost pitying him...almost
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Wow. If I managed to invoke pity in Damar!mun for Weyoun, I *must* be good! :D Well, he almost has *me* pitying him, and I hate him right now....
Weyoun watches Damar go, and feels the thrill of victory; but rather than bringing him satisfaction, it is cold and flat, for a reason he does not understand. As the Cardassian stumbles away, unable to reply to his taunts, he smiles bitterly. He has won. That, at least, should bring him pride.
The Vorta, of all people, would never wish to counter the Founder's wishes; but even so, just now, he wishes with all his might that he had the passion, the pride, the love that a Cardassian is capable of. What must it be like...to value something above duty and obedience? What is it to feel love so strong that its blockage causes pain great enough to humble even the great Supreme Legate Damar? What is it like to have a soul?
As the Cardassian passes out of earshot, Weyoun whispers,
I wish I had the capacity to hate you, Damar.
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