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Garak had the misfortune of being extremely good at a job that was no good for him.
Not that he’d been given a choice. Not by Tain, who saw in him the chance to create legacy, succession, a copy of himself to continue his work. Not by Mila, who saw in him the chance to improve their lot in life, to rise above the service class into which they’d both been born.
And not by himself, either. Ever the dutiful son, it had never occurred to him to be anything other than what they wanted.
Or at least not until both of them lay dead, their choices now irrelevant, and Cardassia lay in ruins at his feet.
It was only then that he dared to question the charges of ‘worthless’ that had been laid on him by them both. Dared to question and to choose another way.
For it was the old ways of Cardassia that were truly worthless.
It would take the strength of them all to change.
And that change?
Was worth everything.