-: Here, you need to keep your strength.
-: Thanks Uncle, but I can get my own food.
-: What's the matter?
Afraid of looking weak in front of the humans?
-: I want to earn their respect, if that's what you mean.
-: At the price of your soul?
-: Nerys, I know more about the Cardassian government
than anyone alive.
Names, alliances, plots.
Things that could do a lot of good in the right hands.
There's a Cardassian tradition, shri-tal.
The dying give their secrets to their family
to use against their enemies.
But, I have no one left to carry my secrets.
No one, but you.
-: Me.
(gentle music)
(laughing) Oh!
-: You know, Benjamin,
I thought we had established a level of trust between us,
but I was wrong.
But if there's one thing I can't abide, it's betrayal.
-: All right, call off those ships.
-: Why should I?
-: Because you don't need them anymore.
-: I'm glad to see you've come to your senses.
-: What have you done?
-: I've saved your life, and the Dominion's as well.
-: He's activated his termination implant
and proven himself to be a worthy Vorta at last.
-: I obey the Founders in all things.
-: Okay! You're right.
But I'm not ready to go back yet.
I need more time.
So let's just sleep on this and talk about it tomorrow.
-: Kid.
I hate to do this to you,
but you're not giving me any choice.
Computer, -: No, don't!
-: End program.
-: Maybe you're right.
Maybe the Dominion will win in the end.
Then the Founders will control what we now call Cardassia,
the Klingon empire, and the Federation.
So instead of facing three separate opponents,
with three separate agendas, you'll find yourselves
facing the same opponent on every side.
There's a word for that: surrounded.
-: What kind of state tolerates
the murder of innocent women and children?
What kind of people give those orders?
-: Yeah, Damar, what kind of people give those orders?
(dramatic music)
(gasps) Oh, that was stupid.