Bitterness too, turns bitter after a time...
Martok smells the blood of dementia and moves in for the kill. Kor is the man who robbed him of years of honor, as well as his father's pride.
MARTOK: Say something old man. Or have you lost your tongue as well as your mind? KOR: Savor the fruit of life, my young friends. It has a sweet taste when it's fresh from the vine. But don't live too long... the taste turns bitter... after a time.
Kor has no interest in besting Martok in this moment, nevertheless, he does.













