i was six years old. you decided i was a failure in the first grade.
you don’t understand, jules. you never did!
no, you don’t understand! i stopped calling myself jules when i was fifteen and i’d found out what you’d done to me. i’m julian!
what difference does that make?
it makes every difference, because i’m different! can’t you see? jules bashir died in that hospital because you couldn’t live with the shame of having a son who didn’t measure up!
“Shakaar and I are friends. That’s all! Friends. The First Minister asked me to update him on the war with the Dominion. My visit was strictly business. Now, are we going to have dinner together or not?”
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