"Only if I'm caught," he replies simply. Chaos is no doubt descending upon the Arena and that means more time for him to get away.
"I didn't expect you to protect me. I'm not asking anything of you for tending to your wounds." He swallows hard. He should have been gone a few minutes ago. It's positively asinine that he stopped to do this, and for anyone else, the choice would have been clear what they had to do. Not for Julian. He could never just leave someone behind like this--especially when it's his fault in the first place.
He takes a towel out of his backpack and uses it to clean his bloodied hands and shoves it back into his backpack. Lastly, he hands Garak a small, sealed pouch.
"Painkillers."
What is it about this man that makes Julian want to stay at his side, despite the seconds spent here ticking down to his own demise? This enigmatic, frustrating man that challenges him at every turn, that's on the opposite side of him in this war--because make no mistake, what Julian did was trigger a war. A war that would cost lives but would be for everyone's freedom. A war that more than likely would cost his life.
But at the very least, he hasn't lost his soul or moral compass along the way. Yet.
He closes his eyes and sighs, knowing he should leave.
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"I didn't expect you to protect me. I'm not asking anything of you for tending to your wounds." He swallows hard. He should have been gone a few minutes ago. It's positively asinine that he stopped to do this, and for anyone else, the choice would have been clear what they had to do. Not for Julian. He could never just leave someone behind like this--especially when it's his fault in the first place.
He takes a towel out of his backpack and uses it to clean his bloodied hands and shoves it back into his backpack. Lastly, he hands Garak a small, sealed pouch.
"Painkillers."
What is it about this man that makes Julian want to stay at his side, despite the seconds spent here ticking down to his own demise? This enigmatic, frustrating man that challenges him at every turn, that's on the opposite side of him in this war--because make no mistake, what Julian did was trigger a war. A war that would cost lives but would be for everyone's freedom. A war that more than likely would cost his life.
But at the very least, he hasn't lost his soul or moral compass along the way. Yet.
He closes his eyes and sighs, knowing he should leave.
"I'm sorry, Garak," he says once again.