(Nog leaves. Vic picks up his old walking stick.)
VIC: Crazy.

VIC: Compared to you, I'm hollow as a snare drum. Look, kid, I don't know what's going to happen to you out there. All I can tell you is that you've got to play the cards life deals you. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, but at least you're in the game.

VIC: You stay here, you're going to die. Not all at once, but little by little. Eventually you'll become as hollow as I am.
NOG: You don't seem hollow to me.

I don't know if I'm ready to face that. If I stay here, at least I know what the future is going to be like.

but I didn't think anything was going to happen to me. And then suddenly Doctor Bashir is telling me he has to cut my leg off. I couldn't believe it. I still can't believe it. If I can get shot, if I can lose my leg, anything could happen to me, Vic. I could die tomorrow.

NOG: I'm scared, okay? I'm scared. When the war began, I wasn't happy or anything, but I was eager. I wanted to test myself. I wanted to prove I had what it took to be a soldier. And I saw a lot of combat. I saw a lot of people get hurt. I saw a lot of people die,