Well, that settles it, Doctor! I am in hell! And what, not a word from you, Timov? Not an insincere word of relief? Not a blink of false concern for my well-being?
Why did you choose to keep me as your wife and not them? I've made no pretense of affection for you, I find your recent actions contemptible, I'll never love you, at best I'll tolerate you, and I'll never be what you want me to be. Why me?
I apologize for being late, Captain. I decided that as part of learning more about humans, I would try to dress like one tonight. I hope it does not offend you.
No, no, not at all! It's...very attractive! Uh, please! [He helps her to her seat, but as he does, he notices a diner at the next table staring rudely.] Something I can do for you? [The man turns back to his meal.]
Item One: I don't think this protest is gonna work. Earth Central never gives in when it comes to money. But if you're determined to keep at it, I'm prepared to do the same. Item Two: You snore.
Would it interest you to know that I'm married, Mr. Garibaldi? That I have a five-year-old daughter? That on Sundays when I'm back home, we pack a picnic lunch and go out under the dome on Syria Planum and watch the stars come out? Hardly the description of a monster.
He gave you more than you know. What we did back there, it shouldn't have worked. Not with that Psi Cop. You tipped the balance. I felt it when we were joined. You're more than you think you are.
Bester informs Sheridan, Ivanova, and Garibaldi that rogue telepaths are using Babylon 5 as a transfer point to escape, and requests their help in apprehending them.
STSheridan to Garibaldi
Well, you've been pretty quiet. Is he right, or isn't he?
Technically? Yeah, I suppose. We're obliged to uphold the laws of Earth Alliance. It doesn't mean we have to like it. And if there is some kind of illegitimate travel going through here, it's a threat to station security and we have to know about it.
Want, agree, that has nothing to do with it. The law is the law. It's damn ironic, isn't it? The Corps got started because we were afraid of telepaths, now they're victims of our own fears. We took away every right they had and shoved them into a big black box called Psi Corps. Now look at them. Black uniforms, jackboots, giving orders. Some days they scare the hell out of me.
Now, if this bothers you, I suggest you stay in your quarters, stick your fingers in your ears, and hum real loud until it's over! Unless you'd like to try something as breathtakingly rational as trying to open up a dialog?
Oh, enough to fill a lifetime. So much has been lost, so much forgotten. So much pain, so much blood. And for what? I wonder...The past tempts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us. And our lives slip away, moment by moment, lost in that vast terrible in-between. But there is still time to seize that one last, fragile moment. To choose something better, to make a difference, as you say. And I intend to do just that.
