[With the slight distance, Quark finds enough in him to sit up onto his knees, breathing heavily. He wipes shakily at his nose, smearing blood across his face and his sleeve alike. His eyes feel boggled, but he can live with it. He's had one ripped from his head and he's been fully blinded before, too. Those encounters were worse than this one.]

You can still help people. You just have to listen.

[Quark grimaces. He's angry, distrusting, afraid, and he knows he should use everything in him to bolt toward the bunker. But he's always been empathetic, too. He can't just...leave, can he? Not when Roland's acting like this.]

And you have to wait and stay away so you don't hurt anyone. We'll figure out a way to get you all back to how you're supposed to be, I'm sure we will.