Worf felt useless and did not want to think about the pain anymore. He was drunk and tired. But the pain still gnawed at him inside and would no go away. It would be a long process he knew this. Yet, Amartolosa's words caused him to look up from the floor and glance at her.
"How would your people deal with a coward who has no honour? Who cuts down someone's mate, stabbing them in the back."
That was the worst thing. Jadzia didn't even get a chance to defend herself in glorious combat.
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Worf felt useless and did not want to think about the pain anymore. He was drunk and tired. But the pain still gnawed at him inside and would no go away. It would be a long process he knew this. Yet, Amartolosa's words caused him to look up from the floor and glance at her.
"How would your people deal with a coward who has no honour? Who cuts down someone's mate, stabbing them in the back."
That was the worst thing. Jadzia didn't even get a chance to defend herself in glorious combat.