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Scene 6

6.         SISKO IS SEATED AT HIS DESK AND RISES WHEN JAREN ENTERS.

            THE TWO MEN EXTEND HANDS.

 

SISKO

                                    Dr. Jaren.  I’m delighted you could make it in so soon.

                                    I trust Dr. Bashir has been of help to you?

 

JAREN

                                    (laughing)  Yes, commander.  That’s quite a spirited

                                    young man you have there.  Reminds me of myself many

                                    years ago.  In fact, he’s been able to treat the worst

radiation cases early enough to preclude any serious

long-term complications.

 

SISKO

                                    (smiles)  Will your crew be well enough to depart for

                                    Bajor by the time repairs to your vessel are completed?

 

JAREN

                                    Chief O’Brian’s skeptical about the temporary repairs,

                                    but the men and women in my crew will be well enough

                                    to leave by then.  (walking around Sisko’s office,

                                    contemplative)  Their safety means everything to me,

                                    and I am grateful for your prompt assistance.  I’ve faced

                                    many life threatening situations, commander, but . . .

(turning to face Sisko) none more terrible than watching

Helplessly as your companions suffer all around you.

 

SISKO

                                    (nodding)  I’m told that you served as a medic for the

                                    Bajoran resistance during the Cardassian occupation.

 

Jaren laughs once and smiles cynically as he looks off to one side, his mind suddenly elsewhere.

 

JAREN

                                    I spent seven years of my life, commander, fighting

                                    Cardassians.  I saw a good many Bajorans die at the hands

                                    of those butchers!  (gritting teeth)  I saved some – those

                                    I could – but . . . (looks hard at Sisko) many more died.

 

There’s a brief pause as Sisko meets his gaze.

 

JAREN

                                    (passionate)  Do you know what it’s like to see your

                                    people killed?  To hold their hand in yours as the life

                                    leaves their body?  (pauses, leaning over Sisko’s desk)

No commander, it does something to a man.  It makes

him … him … (staring upward as he searches for the

word) hard!

 

SISKO

                                    I know, doctor.  I lost my wife the same way when my

                                    ship and many others engaged the Borg.  It . . . hurts.

 

Jaren rises abruptly and paces the floor once again.

 

JAREN

                                    Yes, well, you bury that pain quickly.  You have to!

                                    Either it’s buried, or you are. 

 

SISKO

                                    (looking puzzled)  Have you ‘buried’ your pain, Jaren?

 

JAREN

                                    Ha!  I have indeed, commander.  It was buried long ago

                                    with my – (takes deep breath) with a lot of others.

 

SISKO

                                    (compassionate)  Have you really, Jaren?

 

Jaren appears perplexed by this question.

 

SISKO

                                    Have you buried it?  Or do you cling to is still?

 

JAREN

                                    (offended)  I don’t know what you’re talking about. 

                                    What better way to rid your anger than by turning it

                                    against your enemies?

 

SISKO

                                    Is it ‘anger’ we’re talking about now, Jaren?

 

Jaren suddenly leans over Sisko’s desk and this time strikes it with his fist.  He stares t Sisko.

 

JAREN

                                    What else are we talking about!  How do you feel,

                                    commander, knowing the Borg are responsible for your

                                    wife’s ?  (mocking)  Do you want to embrace them?

 

SISKO

                                    (irritated but grows calm)  No Jaren . . .

 

JAREN

                                    I thought so!  (turns away)

 

SISKO

                                    . . . but you have to let go of your pain and anger.  You’ve

                                    got to heal.  (touches his chest)  To find healing.  Turning

                                    your sorrow into hatred or even worse, denial, only makes

                                    it harder on yourself.  Believe me.  (rising from his desk and

                                    moving around it)  I know.

 

Jaren scoffs, holding his hand out as if to keep Sisko away.

 

JAREN

                                    What do you know?  You haven’t lost . . . (turns again to

                                    face Sisko)  You haven’t lost everything, commander, until

                                    you’ve lost your beloved and your son.

 

Jaren walks toward the door, pausing as Sisko speaks.

 

SISKO

                                    (compassionate)  You can’t continue to live in the past,

                                    Jaren.  By looking back on what was, you’ll never see

                                    what is – or what will be.  (moving forward again)  You

                                    could miss out on any real chance for peace.

 

JAREN

                                    (back still to Sisko)  Chief O’Brian is waiting, commander.

                                    We have much work to do if I’m to leave here on schedule.

 

Jaren EXITS, visibly disturbed.

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