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As they storm the entrance to the central command Damar is shot and injured. He falls amongst the throng of people but he won’t give up; he has a goal he hasn’t achieved yet.
Garak holds him in his lap and then demands help getting up. He hasn’t told them that this had secretly been his plan -or at least his hope.
Kira and Garak help him inside and slowly they get to the centre of the building.
Weyoun and the Founder are alone in the room besides two guards. Who are easily taken out by Kira. She demands the Founder have her fleet stand down. She refuses vehemently. Meanwhile, Weyoun glares at Damar, who is staring at him silently. He is not sure who will strike first. A Vorta isn’t known to kill personally, but he doesn’t trust this one to be so predictable. But Weyoun stood paralysed. He had thought he may never see Damar again, he had hoped for it. This is it , he thought, he’s come for me. He saw Damar was dying. He remained silent but tried to say sorry with his eyes. Damar raised his phaser slowly to Weyoun’s chest. His expression tightened. The founder looked at Damar then to Weyoun, shocked but also confused. Why was he hesitating to fire? They were all wondering that. But Damar could see that he was sorry… really it was by the Founder’s orders that his family was killed. But still Weyoun knew this and did nothing to stop it. Then again why would he… Perhaps he had enjoyed it.
Garak raised his phaser too, planning to fire but Damar called out as best he could, ‘no.’
He thought about letting him go, but the thought of him living with all this, living without him and without their mutual suffering seemed unfair to him. He knew it would come to this, one of them had to kill the other. Did Weyoun feel this too? He wondered. Something in his eyes told him yes. And the thought of someone else firing the shot at Weyoun seemed injust in his eyes too. It was going to be him and he wanted Weyoun to know why. He could feel himself fading, his body was getting weaker every second and he realised how hard he had held on, waiting for this moment. Now that he had he felt dramatically worse, like he was finally giving up. But he had wanted this, no matter how pathetic he looked, he wanted Weyoun to see him one last time and to rub it all in his smug face. Looking at him now, scared but stoic, standing up straight, defensively, trying desperately to be perceived as indifferent to the whole thing -Damar smirked. He stumbled closer. The others looked at one another and let him go.
‘You couldn’t get rid of me,’ he breathed, falling forward onto him.
‘Damar, –I’m…’ Weyoun stuttered, trying to hold onto him. I’m glad it’s you . He thought. Damar embraced him and fired the shot. They both stumbled back and fell. Damar lay heaving and half slumped against the wall, loosely holding Weyoun’s body. If anyone should kill me, I’m glad it’s you … Weyoun thought deliriously. He was in shock but not completely gone yet, and he managed to turn his head slightly and look at Damar.
‘Damar…,’ he croaked, ‘I…’ his breath hitched and he couldn’t say anymore. Damar opened his mouth but nothing came out. So he was just looking at him, at his foe whom he hated so violently and tragically felt a fondness for. He exhaled, feeling the weight of those opposing yet inseparable truths.
Even in their last breaths neither could say what they really felt. But Damar felt he knew, he knew Weyoun had wanted to be fair to him, he could see he wanted to say sorry for it all but his duty to the Founders bound him til the end. Still, in the presence of the founder, his God, he couldn’t be that weak. Or at least that’s what he thought weakness was, admitting he had been wrong, admitting that blindly following them was a bad decision. That’s what Damar wanted to believe anyway. He couldn’t change his genetic make up anymore than Damar could. Weyoun lifted his hand weakly toward his chest, Damar grasped it and held it against him. It might have been a touching scene if they hadn’t been bitter rivals. Damar could die easy knowing he had done what was right; what was needed. Weyoun could not, he had done his duty, but part of him wondered if it had been all in vain. He glanced over to the Founder one last time before looking back at Damar. You have been my… favourite adversary , he thought in a daze. Damar closed his eyes and soon the light went out of Weyoun’s.
The others looked on, somewhat bewildered. To them it was all happening quite fast.
‘I wish he hadn’t done that…’ the Founder said wearily, ‘that was my last Weyoun.’