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He felt sick to his stomach as he lied to the founder, but there had been no choice. The threat Weyoun 6 posed had been destroyed, and Weyoun 7 could move on.
"So what made him do it?"
Jolting Weyoun looked up from his desk to see Damar standing in his doorway, glass in hand and slightly concerned look on his face.
"I told you he was defective. He's dead now, so we've no need to worry."
"I don't think he was defective." stepping into the room Damar shut and locked the door. "I think he was far more dedicated than most."
Weyoun felt anger boil though him. He put down the document she'd been holding, threading his fingers together and staring at Damar, "And do tell me Damar, what makes this traitor so dedicated."
Damar sat and leaned forward forward on his elbows. "You wouldn't understand. Doing the wrong thing to try and do the right. Sacrificing integrity for the greater good. Betraying what you care for-"
"I have work to do Damar. So if you wouldn't mind getting to the point."
"Weyoun 6 was almost Cardassian in his devotion." Damar smirked and leaned back as Weyoun's heart stopped in his chest. His mind whirled as the implications of Damar had just said sunk in.
Weyoun very quietly stood up and left.
Damar on the other hand laughed at the vorta's reaction. Since the whole Weyoun 6 fiasco Damar had been fascinated by the way the clone had defected like that. Here was a creature designed to think of nothing but serving the Founders, only not to think to much. Thinking too much made them make decisions that were good for the Dominion, but not in a way the Founders wanted.
They couldn't let the slave be smarter than the God.
But now Damar had a new train of thought to follow. If one Vorta could be corrupted, could others?