and poor Marritza, having gone to so much effort, having his “truth” revealed.
“You’re Marritza, aren’t you?”
“You mistake me for that bug? That whimpering nothing? Oh, you stupid Bajoran girl. Don’t you know who I am? I’m your nemesis. I’m your nightmare. I’m the Butcher of Gallitep.”
“The Butcher of Gallitep died six years ago. You’re Aamin Marritza, his filing clerk.”
“That’s not true. I am alive. I will always be alive! It’s Marriza who is dead. Marritza, who was good for nothing but cowering under his bunk and weeping like a woman. Who, every night, covered his ears because he couldn’t bear to hear the screaming… for mercy… of the Bajorans…”
I covered my ears every night, because i couldn’t bear to hear those horrible screams. You have no idea what it’s like to be a coward. To see these horrors and do nothing."