[Quark isn't sure where to focus first. His vision and breathing is still ragged and shaky. So much is happening. He coughs as he tries to speak, fighting through the damage to his vocal cords.]
Miss...Luna! Luna, no!
[She's hurt, she's hurt so bad. He's weak and she has a hold on his wrist and she's shielding him but he desperately lunges to try and grab John's arm, steer it away from such a vital hit.]
You have to stop! You have to!
[But he knows John won't hear him, not anymore, so he turns his desperate gaze to Ecks instead.]
cw: all the above + throat trauma
Miss...Luna! Luna, no!
[She's hurt, she's hurt so bad. He's weak and she has a hold on his wrist and she's shielding him but he desperately lunges to try and grab John's arm, steer it away from such a vital hit.]
You have to stop! You have to!
[But he knows John won't hear him, not anymore, so he turns his desperate gaze to Ecks instead.]
We can't let this happen!