It is now seven days since we lost Captain Sheridan and Mr. Garibaldi. In a way I think we have also lost Ivanova. It is as though her heart has been pierced and her spirit has poured out through the wound. She blames herself. It is foolish; it is destructive; it is...human. Ambassador Mollari has returned to Centauri Prime to take up his role as advisor of planetary security. I suppose he is quite happy with his new position. It's what he always wanted: power, title, responsibility. I think he is more alone than anyone else in the universe. Delenn has refused to eat for seven days, fasting, praying, and waiting. Delenn believes; I think she is the only one who does. The Shadows have paused in their pursuit of war and everywhere there is a sense of imminent change. Whether it is a change for good or ill, no one could tell, because no one has answered two very important questions:
Where is Mr. Garibaldi? And what happened to Captain Sheridan at Z'ha'dum?
Our thoughts form the universe. They always matter.
. . .
[G'Kar observes a picture of Daffy Duck on Garibaldi's wall.]
I was studying this image. Is it one of his household gods?
[chuckles] That's Daf--Yeah, well, in a way I suppose it is. It's sort of the Egyptian god of frustration.
[Lyta pays Ivanova a late-night visit.]
SISuasn Ivanova
Have you ever heard of the hour of the wolf?
My father told me about it. It's the time between three and four in the morning. You can't sleep, and all you can see is the troubles and the problems and the ways that your life should've gone but didn't. All you can hear is the sound of your own heart. I've been living in the hour of the wolf for seven days, Lyta. Seven days. The wolf and I are now on a first-name basis. [She sits down and sees that Lyta is still standing.] Ah, please. [She points at a chair, and Lyta gets her drift and sits.] In times like this, my father used to take one large glass of vodka before bed. To keep the wolf away, he said. And then he would take three very small drinks of vodka, just in case she had cubs while she was waiting outside. [takes a drink] It doesn't work.
Lennier, get us the hell out of here!
Initiating "getting the hell out of here" maneuver.
Compassion is a rare commodity these days
[admiring Marcus's (closed) Minbari fighting pike] May I?
[Marcus hands him the pike.]
[G'Kar presses the button and opens the pike; it telescopes out, barely missing Marcus and knocking over a crate]
LLorien
It's easy to find something worth dying for. Do you have anything worth living for?
paraphrased from Wilhelm Stekel, "The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one."
[ Delenn watches an excerpt from John Sheridan's personal log.]
Personal log, May 14, 2260. We actually had a quiet day today. It's hard to believe with so much going on lately, and now that we've broken away from Earth, everything has hit the fan. It's not what I wanted. Frankly, it scared the hell out of me. But it had to be done. The job now is to turn this around and make it into something positive. My dad always told me that's the only way you deal with pain. You don't surrender, you don't fight it, you turn it into something positive. He used to say, "If you're falling off a cliff, you may as well try to fly. You've got nothing to lose." In a way, I feel the same way about Delenn. I mean, during the war I fought Minbari, I killed Minbari. I saw many of my friends die at Minbari hands. And here I am, in love with one of them. For a long time, I thought about not saying anything, but the moment my heart crossed that line, there wasn't much I could do but see it through. Yeah, I've fallen off one hell of a cliff. When I look in her eyes, I let myself think, maybe I really can fly.
[Later in the episode, Delenn delivers a speech to a group of Rangers.]
The chances of success are small, but if we stay here and do nothing, they are even smaller. So we go. As a dear friend said to me, "If you're falling off a mountain, you may as well try to fly." Here, at the end, I offer you one final chance to fly.
[G'Kar has been taken prisoner by the Centauri, tortured, and now languishes in an underground cell. Londo Mollari steps in to visit him, asking for his help in removing the emperor. Just before he leaves, G'Kar rebuts.]
You didn't ask the price…for my cooperation.
[incredulous] You are not exactly in a position to bargain, G'Kar.
Neither are you. You want my help…for the sake of your people. I will give it…for the sake of my own. If I remove the monster from your throne, you will remove the monster…from my world. Leave Narn! Set my world free! Promise me this, and I will do as you ask.
[Mollari thinks about this for a moment, then realizes he has no choice and agrees.]
[He is let out of the cell by the guard, allowing the bright light to stream in from outside. G'Kar lies back against the wall of his cell, basking in the glow, joyful tears in his eyes.]
[Ivanova insists she does not need a translator to command a Minbari-crewed White Star.]
[in Minbari] Engines at full...high power hatrack ratcatcher to port weapons...brickbat lingerie!
Bit of an accent. But yes, very good.
But it is not enough to speak Minbari; you must also think in our language.
It can take a few seconds to translate an order. And we all know a lot can happen in a few seconds: Crash, boom, burn.
Exactly. So Marcus will accompany you.
[protesting] That's not...
[Ivanova sees she's beaten.]
All right. Meet me early in the morning, or I'm leaving without you. [She stalks off.]
[calling after her] I'll be there!
Tell the crew that if anyone laughs, they will answer to me personally.
At least a dozen ships have reported seeing something rather godlike in the area, and since neither you nor I were there, it must be one of the First Ones.
[smiling] You're having delusions of grandeur again.
Well, if you're gonna have delusions, may as well go for the really satisfying ones.
[Londo attempts to recruit Vir into the conspiracy to assassinate Emperor Cartagia.]
I've never been involved in a conspiracy to kill anyone before, not to mention the Emperor! I thought we were past this centuries ago! I mean, there's got to be another way, Londo! I mean, can't we reason with him or something...
. . .
[after meeting Cartagia and hearing him bemoan G'Kar's refusal to scream, despite being tortured in supremely painful ways]
Londo? Remember what I said before about "there must be another way"? I was wrong. Kill him!
Anyone special waiting for you back home?
[bashful] Someone. She doesn't know it yet.
That's a strange way to pursue a relationship.
I suppose so. Ah...I want this thing to go right. I want it to be special.
Oh. A romantic! I don't think I've felt that way since the first time!
That's what I'm talking about.
[Susan's eyes narrow, get wide, then get wider.]
You mean you don't...you haven't...
Never met the right person before.
Wow. I thought the First Ones were rare! Well, I hope she appreciates it.
So do I. It's... [An alarm goes off.] I'm picking something up!
A unicorn? [he gives her a confused look] Sorry.
