What if that is the wrong question? I wonder if the right question is, can God create a puzzle so difficult, a riddle so complex, that even he can't solve it? What if that's us? Maybe a problem like this is God's way of doing to us a little of what we do to him?
Well, let's see. She was..."adjusted" by the Vorlons, dumped by the Vorlons, used as a weapon. Quit the Corps. Lost the only man she ever loved and dedicated herself to finishing his work. Pick one or all of the above. Let's face it, she's pissed.
I'm tired of being pushed around, Captain. I do not choose to be arrested. I've done a lot for this place…and just once I think a little gratitude would be in order, don't you?
I need to know, Lyta. Something's happened to your abilities. You're not a P-5 anymore, hell, you're not even a P-12. You're the strongest telepath I've ever seen. What did the Vorlons do to you, Lyta? Who…what are you?
I've only recently begun to understand it myself. You know the Vorlons used telepaths as weapons during the Shadow War, but what no one stopped to consider was that in a war, you have a certain number of small weapons, a certain number of medium-size weapons, and one or two big ones. The kind of weapons you drop when you're out of small weapons and the medium weapons and you've got nothing left to use.