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Garak vs Damar murder face
I’m glad they gave us Duet as an early episode. It exposed us to another side of the Cardassians we didn’t think existed. Those who regretted the Occupation. Those who could not stand what was happening. And even though Marritza did nothing back then, it exposed us to the terrible reality of the Occupation.
So far all we’ve seen is Garak’s evasiveness and some guile, and Gul Dukat’s self-important posturing. We see Cardassians as arrogant and ruthless monsters.
And there were those. There are those. But Duet gave us a chance to see that reconciliation and forgiveness aren’t impossible. And that not all Cardassians wanted what happened. We got to see the file clerk, the desk job man who was exposed to the harsh realities of the other side and couldn’t handle it.
I’m glad Duet was an early episode so we could get an overall, more rounded view of Cardassians.
Rusot putting the ass in Cardassian.
I've been strangely drawn to this perpetually angry little frowner for a few months now:
Is Rusot about to ask him to do the Cardassian Neck Trick? I feel like that’s whats about to happen.
Garak was a little too caught up in the moment with Rusot and the stand off. I imagined I heard him saying “told you so” to Kira in between the lines of threatening Rusot.
The real man of the hour, though, was Damar. Not responding to any of the things Rusot said, barely reacting to what Garak said, eyes flickering between the weapon in his friend’s hands and the Bajoran on the ground. His hand was steady as he fired. His voice clean and even as he spoke. No grief spilled into his words, speaking of dead friends and dead worlds. Just simple truth, truth that bred hope into the minds of those remaining.
Damar's resistance set pt. 2
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