The blindness of anger

Kheren looked intently at the Cardassian, his eyes, his face, his hands and listened carefully to his words, his tone of voice, his breathing. It was as if he was reading an open book; and what he was reading there was definitely not good.

"He sounds like an Andorian on a vendetta," whispered Tyvya in his antennae. "I myself can come up with several easy ways to do such a rescue without killing anyone... especially the one that needs rescuing."

The Andorian captain nodded to the giantess and spoke with the same low, whispering tone:

"That is something we Andorians do understand better than any other isnt' it? Nothing blinds more than anger... except grief. An he is overwhelmed by both."

"It is easy to see that he is the worst person to send rescuing that officer Sisko," she quietly commented then.

"Let's hope he is the only blind officer here," simply shot back Kheren, looking intently at how the other commanding officers reacted to the understandably legitimate but short-sighted passion of the Cardassian... notably at Captain Crist, Sorripto's commanding officer... but especially at Fleet Captain Samji; the one on who's shoulders all responsibilities fell today and would rest on in the coming days ahead.