Worf was woozy-headed and very drunk. Also irritable and sought no desire for company at this point, yet he was laying on the floor close by his apartment. How he had got here was another story altogether. The Klingon attempted to stand in front of the Lady Amartolosa because a sitting warrior was weak and prone to attack. Worf was not weak.
Stumbling, he grabbed onto a nearby wall to help steady himself. Damn that bastard for killing her! Worf wanted to cut his heart out with a knife and feed it to the Targs. His whole body was wracked with grief. Was it possible he had wailed for hours unknowingly?
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Worf was woozy-headed and very drunk. Also irritable and sought no desire for company at this point, yet he was laying on the floor close by his apartment. How he had got here was another story altogether. The Klingon attempted to stand in front of the Lady Amartolosa because a sitting warrior was weak and prone to attack. Worf was not weak.
Stumbling, he grabbed onto a nearby wall to help steady himself. Damn that bastard for killing her! Worf wanted to cut his heart out with a knife and feed it to the Targs. His whole body was wracked with grief. Was it possible he had wailed for hours unknowingly?