I am the last, and...I was the first.
I have to admit, I'm a little bit skeptical about that.
Skepticism is the language of the mind. What does your heart tell you?
My heart and I don't speak anymore.
. . .
To live on as we have is to leave behind joy, and love, and companionship, because we know it to be transitory, of the moment. We know it will turn to ash. Only those whose lives are brief can imagine that love...is eternal. You should embrace that remarkable illusion. It may be the greatest gift your race has ever received.
Your ships are very impressive in the air, or in space, but at this moment, they are on the ground.
Right. They're on the ground. But they can sense an approaching ship miles away. So what're you gonna do, Mollari, huh? Blow up the island?
Actually...now that you mention it...
[he produces a small remote detonator]
[Londo blows up the island]
[Delenn and Sheridan "negotiate" an end to the Vorlon-Shadow War]
The others have rejected you! How do you have a war when no one will fight for either of you?
We refuse to take sides in this anymore! And we refuse to let you turn us against one another! We know who we are now. We can find our own way between order and chaos!
You can kill us one by one, and those who follow us, and those who follow them, on and on, every race, every planet. Until there's no one left to kill. You will have failed as guardians. And you will be alone.
It's over because we've decided it's over. Now get the hell out of our galaxy! Both of you!
[The Vorlons and Shadows hesitate, but Lorien steps in]
As I taught you and stepped aside, now you must do the same. Our age is past. This...belongs to the younger races now. They have learned to stand on their own. They have learned...to understand. Time to let them go.
SShadow
Will you...come...with us?
I have been here since the beginning. I will not leave you now. I will go with you beyond the Rim, and we will see again all those who went ahead of us, all those who we have missed for so long.
VVorlon
Then...we will not be alone?
[The Vorlons and Shadows disappear, and their respective fleets leave the system]
[Lorien turns to address Sheridan and Delenn]
I waited a long time for someone to find me. Now, like the others, I find I hate to leave. But none of us can stay behind this time. That was why it was necessary to find all the remaining First Ones. This...is yours now. And you have an obligation...to do as we have done. To teach the races that will follow you and, when your time comes, as ours has, to step aside and allow them to grow into their own destiny. If your races survive, if you do not kill yourselves, I look forward to the day when your people join us...beyond the Rim.
[he starts dissolving into a ball of light]
[The White Star joins with the rest of the fleet, heading toward the final battleground of the war.]
Win or lose, we'll go down fighting. [issuing orders to Lennier] Pour it on, Mr. Lennier. Take us into the fire.
[Londo has the Morden's two Shadow protectors shot dead]
I'll have to have that painted over, I suppose.
On any other day, Mr. Morden, you would be wrong. Today? Today is a very different day. One last time: remove your ships!
No. You don't frighten me, Mollari. You try to attack our forces, you'll lose.
Yes, your ships are very impressive in the air, or in space. But at this moment, they are on the ground.
Right. They're on the ground. But they can sense an approaching ship miles away. So what're you gonna do, Mollari, huh? Blow up the island?
Actually…now that you mention it… [he produces a small remote detonator]
[Londo blows up the island]
I had most of our people evacuated from Celini during the night. A few stayed, to maintain the illusion of our presence. They knew what was being asked of them. I would have preferred another way, hoped that you would be reasonable, but... [to his guards] Take him to a cell. Keep him there.
[as he is dragged away] You just made a mistake, Londo! Even if my associates lose this war, they have allies! They'll make sure Centauri Prime pays the price for what you've done here today!
What I have done? Oh, Mr. Morden, I have not even started with you yet...
[As Sheridan and Delenn eventually figured out the true purpose behind the Vorlon-Shadow War]
You're trying to force us to decide which of you is right. You're like a couple of parents arguing in front of their kids, manipulating them, trying to get them to take sides! Not for their benefit, but for yours! But what if the right choice... is not to choose at all?
We are all alone now, just the younger races. We can't blame anyone else from now on. It's a new age, Delenn. A third age!
We began in chaos, too primitive to make our own decisions. Then we were manipulated from outside by forces that thought they knew what was best for us. And now? Now we are finally standing on our own. Lorien was right, it's a great responsibility. This is ours now.
Strange. The galaxy seems somehow smaller now that the First Ones are gone forever.
It feels like the magic's gone now.
No, not gone. Now we make our own magic. Now we create our own legends. Now we build the future. Now we stop…
Sheridan …being afraid of shadows.
