His eyes close, because it's the best way for him to master the impulse to curse something. It helps him to wrench his emotions back under control. Not that he thinks that will really pass, because however they know each other, Ezri seems to be able to read him like a book. He was used to keeping most everyone fooled.

"...I knew it was possible that not all of us would survive. Likely, even. Nearly inevitable. We are right on the Dominion's doorstep, after all."

But it hurts to think about still. There's a difference between knowing something is probably going to happen and knowing that it does.

He opens his eyes again and glances down at her, struck by two thoughts simultaneously: her eyes looked almost exactly like Jadzia's, which due to happenstance of genetics seemed entirely irrational, and she was so much shorter than Jadzia.

"I'll be fine. I just hope Jadzia isn't there."