



I know that we’ve grown apart and that’s as it should be. We learn what we can from certain people, then we move on after we’ve taken what we need. When we learn nothing new about ourselves in a relationship that’s when the relationship is over. Or it’s over the moment we’re afraid to learn something new about ourselves. But what I have been learning about myself… whatever it was inside me that was sparked and challenged when I first met you… is deeply connected to this story. I’m an unfinished man, Doctor, like a suit of clothes hanging on a display rack waiting for the final touches that may never come; I need to tell this story to make a peace with those parts of me that were left unfinished. A healing. Indulge me, if you will; I need you as a witness.
- Garak to Bashir in A Stitch in Time by Andrew J. Robinson.
“I’m fine, if that’s what you’re asking,” Leeta said, her hostility plainly evident.
“And your friend, Ezri,” her mother said. “Is she well?”
“She’s not my ‘friend’, Mother, she’s my wife.”
Odo eased himself into the seat next to Garak. “I forgot to ask,” he said, “how was Earth?” At the far end of the bar, Quark put the stopper in the bottle of Saurian brandy he had been watering and came over eagerly to listen.
Garak put down his glass, opened his mouth to speak, stopped, thought for a while, considered replying, and then thought for a little while longer.
“I was punched repeatedly by pacifists,” he said at last.
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