“And what about you, Nerys?” Sisko asked. “What do you think?”

Kira blanched, feeling her face grow cold as the blood drained from it. More than almost anything else, perhaps even more than the idea of lecturing the Emissary about his responsibilities, Kira dreaded facing that question. “I … I can’t answer that,” she said.

“No?” Sisko said, halting in his tracks and snapping his head toward her. “Because as I recall, you thought that I was doing the right thing when I decided not to marry Kasidy based upon the Prophets’ warning. So now that I’m doing what they told me to do and not spending my life with her, don’t you think I’m doing the right thing?”

“Benjamin,” Kira started, but she didn’t know what to say. She looked away. “It doesn’t matter what I think,” she finally managed to utter. “It’s not my business.”

“No?” Sisko said, his voice rising. “You seem to think it’s enough of your business to come talk to me about it.”

“I … I’m …” Kira faltered. She tried again. “Emissary—”

“I’m not the Emissary!” Sisko roared, his voice bounding down the valley.