Garak paused long enough to listen to the words spoken by the rest of the new people to the compound. It seemed like they would be the ones with whom he would be assigned. He studied each of them, looking into their eyes as if trying to take a glance at their very souls. There were some that had already cast sour glances his way, but he cared not. He was not here to make friends. He was here to settle a score with the gods themselves. If these people could help him, then he was happy to make an effort to keep them alive. If they stopped serving a purpose for him, then they were disposable.
Once he was satisfied that his inspection was complete, he scratched Kohl on the head briefly and headed for the study. It would have a place for him to remove the dog's armor, eat some food, and relax a bit before meeting with the Order.
Without even a sound, he headed for the study. If the others wanted to make introductions and begin to form friendships, that was great. For Garak, friends only caused emotions to get in the way when important decisions needed to be made. For him, he didn't want to have any feelings for anybody ever again. He did not want to jeopardize his life unnecessarily for another, and having friends meant that he would have to possibly risk his life for theirs. Though it appeared that he would work with a team, and though he would do his best to make sure they succeeded in their efforts, he would not even begin to put his life at risk for one of these people.
The world was cold to him and gave little comfort. He only wanted to make his mark on it before he found permanent rest for his tortured soul.
Once in the study, Garak immediately began to remove Kohl's armor. Once it was off, he gave the dog a bit of food and some water. Once satisfied that Kohl was taken care of, Garak sat on the floor, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. He focused on his mission, on the emotions that raged through his mind and body, and attempted to channel them into a source of power upon which he could draw later. Since the murders of his family members, Garak had often lost control, which resulted in a furious killing spree. He found that meditations helped him to stay just barely on the safe side of the line of sanity.
He knew that within the walls of this compound was not a place to lose control...