Ziyal slid her hand into Garak’s and gripped it tightly. He spared her a quick glance and tiny smile before his eyes snapped back onto the lift from which Chief O’Brien, Odo, and Doctor Bashir would re-enter the promenade at the end of the trial. A knot of people who had just emerged caught his attention.
“The families,” Garak murmured,
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