[It didn't work. He's going to die. Everything is going black and tears burn hot down his cheeks at John's relentless strangling. But then, all at once, he can breathe again. Quark sucks in air wildly, coughing and sputtering and wheezing as he curls instinctively in on himself.
But no, this is wrong. What's going on? Luna's voice is muffled under the ringing in his ears, but he manages to look her way as she and John topple over. Oh...oh, the knife. The knife.]
No...
[His voice is a weak croak as Quark staggers to his feet. Everything is moving so slow and confusingly. But Quark can't let Luna get hurt here. He hasn't even seen her again yet, not for real. She saved him. She's here. Blindly, Quark stumbles forward, trying to intercept the path of the knife, reaching for it without really knowing what he's doing, other than the single-minded determination not to let it get Luna.]
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But no, this is wrong. What's going on? Luna's voice is muffled under the ringing in his ears, but he manages to look her way as she and John topple over. Oh...oh, the knife. The knife.]
No...
[His voice is a weak croak as Quark staggers to his feet. Everything is moving so slow and confusingly. But Quark can't let Luna get hurt here. He hasn't even seen her again yet, not for real. She saved him. She's here. Blindly, Quark stumbles forward, trying to intercept the path of the knife, reaching for it without really knowing what he's doing, other than the single-minded determination not to let it get Luna.]