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“ Didn’t Captain Sisko tell you? I don’t want to talk to you. Ever again. ”
“ vira—- vira, wait. please. ” there was no hiding that shaken note of desperation; no reason to try. a familiar image came slinking into odo’s mind and he could see himself, wrenching free of the weak grasp of doctor mora pol. he remembered the look on mora’s face, hurt, if only for a moment, before he had raised his voice. odo let go at once.
so this is what it had felt like, this… felt like he had a solid heart again. like someone had decided to squeeze it back in only to gouge it out a moment later. this wasn’t some childish outburst. and it wasn’t unjustified, either. odo held out his hands as though to offer something. a moment. please.
“ he– he did say that, ” odo admitted. “ i didn’t want to believe him. i… still don’t want to. you may not want it, but we need to talk, vira—- i love you. i would never do anything to harm you, you know that. i want to fix this, fix everything that’s happened… everything i’ve done. ”
vira’ter isn’t quite sure what this feeling is called. it’s cold. it’s sharp. it makes vira want to believe he’s just in some horrible holosuite program that he can switch off at any time because it can’t be TRUE, right ? it’s difficult to discern which emotions he’s feeling, but vira wasn’t so dense to be ignorant of why he feels this way.
he’s been BETRAYED.
the young changeling glances down to odo’s outstretched hands, tempted for a brief second to step forward and allow his father to comfort him. but the tight burn in his chest-region keeps him away. ❝ i just don’t understand, ❞ vira says. his voice is tight and so uncharacteristically hard.
❝ if what mora pol did to you was so bad, why would you do the SAME to me ? ❞









