[taking in the news] They weren't a part of this rebellion. The Dominion knew that. The Founder knew that. Weyoun knew that. To kill her and my son. The casual brutality of it. The waste of life. What kind of state tolerates the murder of innocent women and children? What kind of people give those orders?
If he's the man to lead a new Cardassia, if he's the man we all hope him to be, then the pain of this news made him more receptive to what you said, not less.
You want her dead too, Damar, I know you do. But you're the leader of the rebellion, and don't want to kill someone wearing a Starfleet uniform. Let me do it for you! [an electronic alert bleeps]
Damar, shoot him. We can kill them both and keep the Breen weapon for ourselves. I believe in you, Damar. I know you're the right man to restore the Empire we so loyally served. The Empire we loved. Together we can lead our people to greatness again. Just aim and fire. [Damar aims and fires his disruptor, killing Rusot]
You rule without wisdom and without honour. The warriors that are gathered here will not say this to you, but I will. You are squandering our ships and our lives on a petty act of vengeance.
[angrily] I should have known better than to trust you again! If you were a true Klingon, I would kill you where you stand! Fortunately for you, that child's uniform shields you from your rightful fate. [Worf removes his comm badge]
What I say now, I say as a member of the House of Martok, not a Starfleet officer. You have dishonoured yourself and the Empire, and you are not worthy to lead the Council!
