[But there's a sickening sound as his own knife plunges into the back of his neck and Quark can't talk anymore. He sees red, feels red, hot and angry, as the blade slices through important pieces of him. Quark feels the blood spill out and stain his clothes, bubble out of his mouth, and his own gaze loses its clarity as he continues to look back down at Luna.
He's so sorry, Luna. He didn't have a chance to listen. And soon, his body tips over and hits the ground, still.]
cw: blood, throat trauma, death
[But there's a sickening sound as his own knife plunges into the back of his neck and Quark can't talk anymore. He sees red, feels red, hot and angry, as the blade slices through important pieces of him. Quark feels the blood spill out and stain his clothes, bubble out of his mouth, and his own gaze loses its clarity as he continues to look back down at Luna.
He's so sorry, Luna. He didn't have a chance to listen. And soon, his body tips over and hits the ground, still.]