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-𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑. 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑦, ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦...𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒'𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑎𝑦...

𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒...

𝐵𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝

"Patahk..."

-𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑? 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑃𝑎𝑡𝑎ℎ𝑘? 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑘, 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑧𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘, 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑙 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑠ℎ-

You let Patahk die

I made mistakes in all those cases. Admiral Jarok was an honorable man, I should've ordered Worf to donate blood to save Patahk, and the Romulans had every right to enforce the treaty.

This sounds suspiciously like *romance.* Do I look like a patahk