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She hates them. And now this sickness comes and makes her one of them. She can’t shift into anything, stuck in this solid form. The Vorta’s worship offers her little comfort. Their scientists in this quadrant work hard, but it’s not hard enough. The Link is sick and getting sicker. A quadrant away she know this.
She hates them. She’s convinced this sickness must be their fault, somehow. Something tells her it must be. She’ll destroy them. All of them. It’s the only way to bring order.