“Empire…?” Quintilian froze. After a moment, he looked back at her, his face gripped with hatred. “You Federation people. You’re unbelievable.” “The Trills are nonaligned.” “So was my colony!” Georgiou had never heard Quintilian shout before. But now he was looming over Dax, yelling. “Federation, Klingons, Romulans, Gorn—all of you, with your states and empires, always butting up against one another. Testing one another. And who gets crushed?”
