I have been many things in my life, Mollari. I have been silly. I have been quiet when I should have spoken. I have been foolish. And I have wasted far too much time. But I am still Centauri, and I am not afraid.
[the Drakh keeper leaves his body, and he dies in Londo's arms]
Isn't it strange, G'Kar? When we first met I had no power and all the choices I could ever want. And now I have all the power I could ever want and no choices at all. No choice at all.
Mollari. Understand that I can never forgive your people for what they did to my world. My people can never forgive your people. But I can forgive you.
They say: the Shadows were our masters. We served them, believed in them, loved them. Then they went away and left us behind to escape on our own. But without our masters… who are we? In the end… what are we but…
SKShiv'kala
A shadow… of a shadow. An echo… of what was. Our home, Z'ha'dum, destroyed. We… wandered. Then we remembered… this place. We remembered… you.