"Then, he must be an honourable man to have a daughter such as you."

Worf glanced towards her with tears streaming down his cheeks but he was interested in her father and who she was, even through his drunken state. She didn't have to go out of her way to help him but she was doing so right now.

"The worst thing about---about it all was that she died without honour. The bastard shot her in the back. She didn't even have time to defend herself!"

Another wail threatened to escape his snarling lips but he held it in. She was well into Sto'vo'kor now. Amongst the honoured dead.