(brooding music)
Sisko: What's the word?
Worf: She is still in surgery
but Dr. Bashir is hopeful she will make
a full recovery.
Sisko: Lasaran's dead.
Starfleet Intelligence intercepted a transmission saying
that he'd been killed, trying to reenter the base
at Soukara. Could you have made the rendezvous?
Worf: Yes.
Sisko: But yet, you turn back to save Jadzia.
Worf: Yes.
Sisko: Were you aware that the information that man
had could have saved millions of lives?
Worf: Yes.
Sisko: So what happened?
Worf: You may not understand.
Sisko: Try me, sir.
Worf: You were at my wedding, you heard the story
of the first two Klingon hearts
and how nothing could stand against them,
and how they even destroyed the Gods that had created them.
I've heard this story since I was a boy
but I never understood it.
I mean, really understood it. Until I was standing
in the jungle with my heart pounding in my chest,
and I found that even
I could not stand against my own heart.
I had to go back,
and it did not matter what Starfleet thought
or what the consequences were.
She was my wife and I could not leave her.
Sisko: As your captain, It is my duty to inform you
that you made the wrong choice.
I don't think Starfleet will file any formal charges.
Even a secret court martial would run the risk
of revealing too much about their intelligence operations.
But this will go into your service record.
And to be completely honest, you probably won't
be offered a command on your own after this.
Worf: I understand.
Sisko: I have also issued new orders.
You and Jadzia are not to be assigned
to a mission on your own ever again.
One last thing.
As a man, who had a wife.
If Jennifer had been lying in that clearing,
I wouldn't have left her either.
(soft dramatic music)