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[Garak sits there and closes his eyes and thinks about the future Bashir and the future Garak. Who hopefully doesn't exist anymore and doesn't have to live alone a failure who destroyed all the Cardassias in every universe.
When Bashir gets back, he pauses, then reaches into a pocket that usually carries sewing equipment and produces his own.]
I'm trying to drown my misery, but I don't want to completely sedate myself.