Nothing like a family emergency to distract from existential dread, but the help of a my good friend made all the difference. Vague story short, everyone’s fine and suffering minimized.
Friends are just the family you assimilate.
Now, back to the fight against fascism.
Certainly not advocating Bashir’s questionable choices and ethics, just the good parts where he was at O’Brien’s side.
Also, I was the O’Brien in the scenario that needed help.
I know you weren’t. I just felt like bashing Bashir (no pun intended).
Letting my anger out on fictional characters helps.
I find it therapeutic to take it out on a nearby console.
Name one time he made a bad choice. /s
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