Meditation shapes us.
It makes us strong, but keeps us flexible,
as fluid as thought itself,
as invisible as the night.
Is there something troubling you, Rastenn?
Apologies, master, but...
How can we reach a state of meditation when...
That is, your voice can be very...
Distracting.
Because you are listening to the voice
and not the thoughts behind it.
To be anla-shok,
you must be able
to go inside under all circumstances,
even waiting to go into battle.
[Snoring]
Without falling asleep.
Anyone can meditate in silence.
That is hardly a challenge worthy of a Ranger.
A challenge is to stand alone,
unarmed, prepared to die.
I would hardly say sitting and thinking is a challenge.
True. You do seem to have
the sitting part down to an art,
so I suppose there's hope.
As for thinking, well, uh,
let's leave that for the advanced classes.
We shouldn't expect too much of you at once.
We'll worry about thinking once we've cleared away
all that warrior caste nonsense.
Nonsense, sech turval?
Apologies. The choice of words...
Was unfortunate?
In error?
Untimely, sech durhan.
Return to your meditations.
Turval,
we have just received a message from Delenn.
She would like a report on our progress here.
She's asked for me
to come and to bring one other along.
And you have chosen me?
I am honored.
It's good to know that at my advanced age,
there is still respect for wisdom and perception.
Everyone else was busy.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
You are a source of constant annoyance
to me, turval, but only because
you're right more often than you're wrong.
And why should I keep this joy to myself?
I choose to share you with the universe.
Valen help them all.
[Giggling]
Tannier.
Turval: You were supposed to be listening
only to your inner voice.
I was, master.
My inner voice was smiling.
No one has
an inner voice that smiles.
I do.
I'd expect that...
From the religious caste.
All right, turval. Choose your escorts.
Meet me at the landing platform.
We leave for Babylon 5 in one hour.
Yes, durhan.
[Sighs]
You...
And you come with me.
Since you seem incapable
of meditating in silence,
going somewhere else
might be a good idea.
Babylon 5, the home of peace.
Uhh!
Tsk tsk tsk.
You're behind on payments, Lex.
Look at you.
You insult me.
Now I have to make sure everybody understands
that you don't keep trace waiting for his money.
Do it.
Lex: No! No! No!
Leave the body where they'll find it.
I want everyone to know
there's a new power in town,
'cause from now on, Babylon 5 belongs to me,
and anyone that doesn't understand that
is gonna get exactly the same.
And so it begins...
There is a hole in your mind.
What do you want?
No one here is exactly what he appears.
Nothing's the same anymore.
Commander Sinclair is being reassigned.
Why don't you eliminate the entire Narn homeworld?
I see a great hand reaching out of the stars.
Who are you?
President Clark has signed a decree today
declaring martial law.
These orders have forced us to declare independence.
Weapons, surprise...
...get off their encounter-suited butts
and do something.
You're the one who was.
Z'ha'dum will die.
Why are you here?
Do you have anything worth living for?
I think of my beautiful city...
Now get the hell out of our galaxy!
We are here to place President Clark under arrest.
Captioning made possible by Warner Bros.
P.A.: Maintenance chief Willis to docking bay 4.
Chief Willis to docking bay 4.
Man: Seal off that fuel clamp.
Greetings, Entil-Zha.
Sech durhan, welcome.
Sech turval, it's good to see you again.
And you, Delenn.
We are honored that you would come and meet us.
I don't believe in standing on protocol.
Since this is your first time on Babylon 5,
I decided to show you around myself.
Thank you. Then we should--
and who are these?
Oh, 2 of our newest recruits.
This is tannier.
He comes to the anla-shok from the religious caste.
And that's Rastenn,
originally from the warrior caste.
Since you wanted to know how things were,
it seemed best to introduce you
to some of our more recent additions.
Entil-zha Delenn, it is an honor to--
speak when spoken to.
Apologies, master.
Well, uh, if you would come this way.
Thank you, tannier.
Man: Get a maintenance tech down here.
Hey, Zack.
Come on. Have a seat.
Hey, morning.
I was gonna give you a call.
Got word from Byron about those telepaths you wanted.
He's gonna send over a couple of candidates
to meet you later on today.
Good.
It's good to see you down here again.
Didn't know whether you'd still hang around with us grunts
now that you've been promoted.
It's still just little ol' me, Zack.
I don't change. I don't have the time.
[Snaps fingers]
Captain.
There's nothing wrong with the chair here.
Why don't you join us?
Ahem. Gentlemen.
So, how's it going?
Fine, fine.
I'm just revising the rotation schedule
for Starfury pilots on station patrol.
We, uh, need to be more efficient,
keep more fighters outside
without putting too much of a burden on the pilots.
Good luck. During the fighting last year,
we lost a lot of fighters.
We're down to only about 2/3 of what we should have.
Well, since Earth joined the new alliance,
maybe we can ask them to send along
some more replacements.
You're on good terms
with the administration, Captain.
You could ask them for us.
You're giving me far too much credit,
Mr. Garibaldi.
You think? I do.
Maybe we should, uh--
you know, it just occurred to me
that since you were on the other side
during the civil war back home,
you might feel some-- I don't know--
obligation to help replace
some of the fighters we lost during the campaign.
Who said I was on the other side?
Well, I certainly didn't hear your name mentioned
by anybody on our side.
Does anybody else think this food tastes funny?
So you think there are only 2 sides to any argument?
I think it's saffron. I hate saffron.
In this case, yeah.
Now, there have been a lot of rumors about you
since you got on board this station, Captain.
Maybe everybody else is afraid to ask.
I don't have that problem.
You see, I don't work for you.
I answer only to Sheridan.
So I want to know, just for me,
which side were you on?
Ok. You're right.
I wasn't on your side.
I was on the side that says
it's not the role of the military
to set policy
or depose Presidents or fire on our own ships.
We follow orders
until one comes along that violates our conscience.
Then we have to decide whether or not
to follow it and take the consequences.
Maybe you'll be proven right.
Maybe they'll stick you in front of a firing squad,
but your decision affects only you.
You can take a stand
without destroying the chain of command.
And did you? Did you take a stand?
Well, now, that's none of your concern, Mr. Garibaldi.
You asked me if I took up arms against my own government.
The answer is no.
My job is to protect
the men and women who serve under my command,
and I will perform that job
with every last breath I've got,
'cause I owe them nothing less.
And the hell with the rest of the world.
Well, now, there you have me at a disadvantage,
Mr. Garibaldi.
You see, I don't know
what's best for the whole world.
I don't understand
the ethical structure of the universe,
and I sure as hell don't think it's my place
to tear up the constitution I swore an oath to protect.
I am a soldier, Mr. Garibaldi.
And as such, my vocabulary is rather limited.
I only really understand 3 words:
Loyalty, duty, honor.
If I did it your way,
one of those would have to go.
Then the other 2 would become meaningless,
just like this conversation.
Good day.
Garlic.
I think it's garlic.
[Beep]
Red 2.
Mr. President.
Captain. How's it going?
Fine. Fine.
[Sighs]
I just had a very frank and open conversation
with Mr. Garibaldi.
Uh-oh.
No, no. It was good.
Obviously, there are some issues
that need to be addressed.
At least now they're out on the table
where we can see them.
Meaning he doesn't trust you.
Not as far as he can throw me.
Yeah. You want me to talk to him?
No. But thank you.
No, he's--he's my problem...
Not yours.
You know, if I can't handle him,
I shouldn't be here.
And I will, in my own time,
my own way.
You having second thoughts about taking the position?
[Beep]
No, sir.
No. If anything,
this confirms that I am exactly
where I need to be.
Why, are you having second thoughts?
None whatsoever.
I picked you for a reason,
and I have every confidence in that decision.
You just keep doing what you're doing.
Michael will come around, eventually.
He's a good man.
I know. I just--
I just never thought I'd meet a second man
as strong-willed, stubborn,
and annoying as I am.
My cup runneth over.
I got here as soon as I could.
Let me see.
Looks like a single PPG burst
fired at close range, same as the last one.
Any I.D.?
Name's Lex mereau.
Got here 2 weeks ago,
ran up a line of credit at the casino,
then disappeared.
Interesting.
The heat from a PPG burst
takes a few seconds to cauterize the wound.
You get a fair amount of bleeding before then.
There's no blood on the deck,
meaning he was killed somewhere else,
left out in the open...
Probably as a warning.
I don't suppose any of you saw anything?
Heard anything?
Look, this is the third murder in 2 weeks.
All execution style, all with a single PPG hit.
Now, my guess is there's gonna be more,
until the guy who's doing this makes his point.
Unless he already has,
unless the fear coming off all of you was his goal.
Now, either way, unless you help us help you,
there's going to be more killing.
And probably, one of you will be next.
All right, bag him, number him,
put him in with the rest.
I'll be in the office.
The stink around here is starting to get to me.
Smart guy.
Figured out a lot just by looking at the body.
He's a good talker, too.
Looks like he had some of them convinced.
Take him out, tonight.
Trace, listen, uh,
I know you got your mind made up on Zack--
that's right.
Yeah, well, I just wanted...
See, you're new here.
The big guys don't back down when you hit them hard.
Now, we got a good thing going.
Ever since n'grath went down,
there's been a vacuum in the power structure.
We have the muscle
to take over all the downbelow rackets.
Fencing, extortion, hookers,
the whole thing.
But you got to keep a low profile.
You go after Zack,
you'll have the whole station down around our necks.
Listen.
The last place
I had an operation like this was beta 7.
And there was a guy like Allan
in charge of security for the whole colony...
But a lot of guys under him
didn't like like him any more than we did.
So me and the boys--bam.
We took him out.
The next guy came after us hard.
So we took him out, too.
And you know what?
The third guy was just like us.
So we made a deal,
and everyone lived happily ever after.
Until the war.
Then we all got kicked out.
But now we're here,
and we're gonna stay here,
and we are gonna send a message.
You got a problem with that?
Then let's get to work.
Well, finally,
since we've opened up membership
in the anla-shok
to all the other alliance races,
we've been joined by a few recruits
from the outworlds.
2 Drazi and a pair of yolu,
3 abbai and a Pak'ma'ra.
We have no idea what to do with the Pak'ma'ra.
They're slow, greedy, selfish, not very bright.
They refuse to speak
anything other than their own language,
so we have to use a translator.
And they're carrion-eaters.
If it's not 5 days dead and decayed,
they won't touch it.
We've had to move the quarters
of the Pak'ma'ra
well away from the other recruits.
It's the smell, you see.
It's--it's quite astonishing.
I understand your desire to make the Rangers
representative of all the member races,
Delenn, but, uh...
This may not be practical.
The anla-shok is trained to fight, to think.
They have to learn at least 2 other languages,
not counting interlac.
So what are we to do with the Pak'ma'ra?
Our training methods
were created by Minbari to serve Minbari.
But if there is any lesson
to be learned from the humans,
it is that we are made stronger
by our differences,
not weaker.
If the Pak'ma'ra
cannot learn to be what we think they should be,
then perhaps we should learn
to use them for what they are.
Well, we've already considered using them
for garbage disposal,
but there are some things
that even a Pak'ma'ra won't eat.
We think.
We think, yes.
We haven't actually discovered what that is yet.
The interesting thing about the Pak'ma'ra
is that they're everywhere.
They leap from planet to planet,
bartering their supplies of quantium 40,
which everyone needs for jumpgate production.
We see them every day,
but no one wants anything to do with them.
Well, can you blame them?
You miss the point.
For all intents and purposes,
the Pak'ma'ra are invisible.
Ignored, shunned.
People go to great lengths not to notice them.
Can you think of a race
better suited to work as couriers,
bringing reports
too important to risk on an open channel?
She's right.
The Rangers are needed on the frontier.
They shouldn't be used as couriers,
which is just as dangerous.
The Pak'ma'ra won't even be noticed.
Well, I suppose
there's a certain rough wisdom there.
I'll start the training sessions
in infiltration and message coding
when we get back.
Thank you, Entil-Zha.
You're welcome.
We'll continue this again when you've had
a chance to rest from your long trip.
It's good to see you, turval.
It's been too long.
I've heard about Marcus, and I'm sorry.
He was one of my better pupils,
once I got through the noise
which filled his head.
It was unfortunate,
but not unexpected.
Why do you say that?
He joined the anla-shok for the wrong reasons,
because of guilt
over the death of his brother.
He wasn't looking for a way to serve.
He was seeking a way to atone.
Which, uh, brings me to someone else.
I won't need you any further.
You're free to explore the station.
Once you complete your training,
you will be here frequently,
so, uh, you may as well
get acquainted now as later.
I'm very much concerned about your aide Lennier.
He's training much harder
than he should.
He's taking on too much,
pushing himself to the limit
in combat training.
Sometimes he's reckless.
I wonder if he is trying to prove something.
Maybe to me, maybe to himself, or...
Maybe to someone else?
Let us say only that, uh...
I'm also concerned.
Watch him for me, turval.
If he continues on this way, let me know.
Of course.
And if you should ever need somebody
to talk to, Delenn,
I hope you remember your old teacher
from time to time.
I will.
Thank you, turval.
Garibaldi: And so my intent is to use you sparingly,
only when there's no other way
to gather information critical to saving lives.
Seems like every time you use a telepath
in an intelligence-gathering capacity,
well, it's an interstellar incident
just waiting to happen.
I figure on creating several teams,
which will maximize flexibility
and guarantee that none of you
gets used any more than you should.
I know this kind of work is a strain,
and I don't want anyone to feel overburdened.
Any questions?
All right.
Zack here will see to it
that you get special com links
by the end of the week.
Only he and I will have the I.D. Numbers.
Then...
Then we see what happens.
That's all.
Oh, uh, next time...
Try to contain
your enthusiasm for the job.
Uhh.
You sure this is a good idea?
I'll let you know if I survive it.
Listen, need a favor. Shoot.
I need you to pull the security jacket
on Captain Lochley, see what's inside.
Are you nuts? That information
is personal and classified.
And?
Look, I did the same thing when Sheridan came on board.
I just think it's a good idea
that we know who we're dealing with.
You've really got a bug up your butt
about her, don't you?
Did it ever occur to you
that just because somebody doesn't agree with you
that doesn't mean they're the enemy?
No.
Look, there's something that she's not telling us, Zack,
like why would Sheridan hire somebody
who's on the wrong side of the war to run this place.
All right, fine, the rumor back home
is that he's trying to make peace.
Now, that may be true, as far as it goes,
but I smell something else going on here.
How does he know he can even trust her?
He barely-- [Beep]
Zack Allan, go.
C&c: Chief, we just received a babcom message
from someone who says she knows who's behind
the murders in downbelow.
You got an I.D.?
Yes, uh, Cynthia teegarden, brown 42-c.
We ran a check on her. She's pretty clean.
Says she wants to talk to you,
but she doesn't want anyone to know
that she's the one who gave you the tip.
All right, tell her I'll meet her in the access way
to brown 6.
It's pretty deserted this time of day.
Security out.
Got to go.
What about my--
I'll think about it.
Hmm.
This may not be a good idea.
We should learn about all the dark places here,
since that is where we will do our work...
In the dark.
Hey. You sent the message?
Yeah. Yeah, I sent it.
He'll be here in a few minutes.
Good. All right, we got to find--
wait. You promised me.
You promised me money for a ticket home.
I've been stuck here so long,
and you promised me.
Here. There you go.
Transport leaves in 30 minutes. Beat it.
Now, we got to find a place to leave the body
where it's gonna be seen for a while this time.
I got a place.
What body?
It's none of your business. Beat it.
Wait. You said you were just gonna scare him
into leaving you alone.
You didn't say anything about killing anyone.
They've got my name on file.
All the more reason for you to leave, then, isn't it?
Bye-bye.
No. I can't.
I can't go along with this.
No! Let me go!
No!
Where are you going?
Someone's in trouble.
Teegarden: Aah!
It's not our problem.
You don't know who it is or what's going on.
It could be anything.
Teegarden: Let me go!
It doesn't matter.
It does!
We shouldn't get involved in things like this.
They will only compromise our mission.
Our mission is to save life.
Now let go.
No. Stop! Let me go!
You had your chance.
No.
He's a Ranger.
Yeah, I've heard about 'em.
Some kind of police force, right?
Well, we wanted to make a statement
to the authorities.
Might as well make one with him as anyone else.
In valen's name.
How badly is he hurt?
Bad. If he were human, he'd be dead right now.
The woman he saved called security.
They got there as fast as they could, but...
The ones who did this
heard them coming and escaped.
I should have gone with him.
Where is she now?
Zack thinks she may have gotten aboard a transport
to one of the outer sectors.
We just don't know which one.
Did he say anything before he lost consciousness?
Just that his attackers were human
and that they were making a statement
about who runs things around here.
Zack's checking things on his end,
but, uh, there's not much to go on.
See to it he lives, doctor.
Make him well enough to stand.
We will do the rest.
Mora'dum.
What does that mean, "mora'dum"?
It refers to a part of Ranger training.
It means...
"The application of terror."
Sorry to keep you waiting, Delenn.
It's been one of those days.
I heard about your friend.
I'm sorry. How is he?
He regained consciousness during the night,
but he is still very badly injured.
Then we can get a statement. Good.
I'll have Zack talk to him,
find out the description of his attacker--
I'm afraid that will not be possible.
Well, if he can't remember the details,
we can have a telepath jog his memory, or--
no. We have the information,
but we will attend to it ourselves.
This matter is now officially
under the jurisdiction of the anla-shok.
Rangers are required to deal with such things themselves
without resorting to outside intervention.
Delenn, this is a matter of internal security.
I would hardly refer to it as "outside intervention."
Look, I know that you have certain cultural imperatives
going on here.
I don't understand them,
and I won't pretend that I do,
but I can't have a bunch of vigilantes
running around my station.
Captain, all members of the alliance,
including Earth,
have recognized the independent authority
of the Rangers.
Under the new constitution, the anla-shok
are above local security and police forces,
yours included.
You're pulling rank.
I wouldn't wish to put it in quite those terms, but--
no, no, I don't suppose that you would.
I assume that you don't mind
if I ask the President his opinion.
We have already spoken. He supports this.
I can't believe it. It's not like him.
It's...it's not like him?
How?
Delenn, you can't just run around
having the Rangers take out your revenge
every time somebody gets hurt.
Captain, this is not about revenge.
Oh? What is it about?
Terror.
How is he?
He spoke a little while ago.
He asked for water.
I gave it to him,
and then he fell asleep again.
It's the body's way of healing itself.
I wonder, though,
what it would take to heal you.
I was not injured, sech turval.
No, not physically.
But your spirit is wounded.
I abandoned him.
I should never have let him go alone.
But you did.
Yes.
Why?
There's no shame in the truth, Rastenn.
I was afraid.
Of dying?
No.
I didn't know what was involved.
It could have been something foolish
or trivial or stupid.
If I am asked to lay down my life
for my people,
for my friends, I would do so in an instant,
but i--i felt that--
you were afraid of dying without reason.
Yes.
Death in a cause is one thing,
but death without meaning...
If I told you to climb a mountain
and bring me a flower from the highest point
and you would die after completing your task,
would that be meaningless?
Of course.
It's trivial.
And if there are a million people
waiting at the base of that mountain
to whom that one flower
was a symbol of their freedom
and they would follow that symbol
and your death into a struggle
that would liberate half a billion souls,
would that have a meaning?
You see? We create the meaning in our lives.
It does not exist independently.
Being anla-shok does not mean worrying
about what others will think about us.
It does not mean deciding what to do
based upon whether or not it serves
our sense of ego or destiny.
It means living each moment
as if it were your last one.
It means doing each right thing
because it is the right thing.
The scale doesn't matter.
The where, the when, the how,
or in what cause--
none of those things matter.
In my life,
I've discovered very few truths.
Here is the greatest truth I know:
Your death, Rastenn, will have a meaning
if it comes while you're
in fullest pursuit of your heart.
Finished?
Finished.
We've helped him face his terror
in a quieter battle.
And now...
We must try to help him in the same way.
Lochley: So, what kind of terror
are we talking about here, Delenn?
Delenn: The kind that cripples,
the kind that destroys...
Not from without...
But from within.
As soon as he can stand,
whether he is fully healed or not,
tannier will prepare to face his terror.
Those who harm him now have power over him.
He must take back that power,
or he will never be whole again.
We will go with him
and bring him to the point of his terror,
and then he will face it.
Lochley: But if he isn't fully healed,
he could die in the effort.
Delenn: As anla-shok,
we choose to do that which frightens us,
knowing that there are no guarantees.
He may lose.
We cannot help him.
Lochley: Then he will stand alone.
Delenn: At the end, Captain...
We all stand alone.
All right, that's it. Come on! Everybody out.
Let's go. Come on.
I don't get it.
Why do we have to leave?
'Cause Delenn told the President,
the President told the Captain,
the Captain told me, and I'm telling you.
They want this whole area cleared
of security personnel.
What do we do if something happens?
Nothin'. Those are my orders.
Now, come on.
Trace, man, you been outside?
Why?
Everybody in security just took a hike, man.
I went up 2 levels, down one.
We're clear in both directions.
We've got the whole place to ourselves.
You see? What did I tell ya?
You just gotta be strong,
show 'em you mean business,
then you get to do whatever
you want to do.
What the hell is that?
P.A.: Emergency lights activated.
Red, Jerry,
go outside, check it out.
Take a hand-Mike,
and you stay in touch!
You see anything?
Man: Nothin'. Nobody's around.
I can't see a damned thing.
We--unh!
[Whack] No!
Aah!
Jerry?
Jerry, you there?
What happened?
I don't know, but whatever it is,
I bet it's just these 3 levels.
We get topside, we'll be ok.
Listen up, everyone.
We're gettin' outta here.
You three take point.
The rest of you, bring up the rear. Let's go!
No!
Aah!
Miller!
Man, he's gone!
[Whack whack]
Aah! Aah!
Uhh! Hey!
Who do you think you are?!
Who do you think you're playing with, huh?
Who are you?
Where's trace? Stay together!
Aah!
Uhh!
Ohh.
What do you want from me?
Why are you doing this?
You stay away from me.
You understand? You stay away from me.
Oh, no.
Not a chance.
I'm not fighting all of you.
Not all of us.
Just him.
Well, that's too bad
'cause I'm not trying to use one of these things.
His training was not complete, either.
It didn't stop you before.
Don't let it stop you now.
Durhan: If you want to leave here,
the way is past him.
None of us will move to stop you
if you can get past him.
Not a chance.
I've got my rights.
I've got my rights!
You've "got" the pike.
Continue.
Attend, students,
this is a classic archetype in action.
The strong man or "bully," as the humans call it,
essentially a coward whose only skill
is convincing others to do
what he's afraid to do himself.
Notice the lack of technique,
no follow through.
Another flaw
in this particular personality type...
All muscle, no brain.
This isn't fair!
I don't know how to use this damn thing!
Inexperience is not an issue.
Any one of you showed far more technique
and potential
the first time you held a pike,
even the Pak'ma'ra.
[Laughter]
Where is your fear now, tannier?
Gone, master.
And what do you feel? Anger?
Do you feel triumphant,
happiness, joy?
Pity.
Why?
Because this is all he will ever have
and all he will ever know,
because his name will be swallowed by silence,
forgotten.
His name belongs to no one.
And who does your name belong to?
History?
The world?
No.
It belongs to me.
Here ends the lesson.
You may take him now.
P.A.: Shuttle, you are cleared for launch.
You should come with us, Delenn.
It is not right for the Entil-Zha
to be so far from home
for so long.
The Rangers could profit
by your influence.
I wish I could, turval, but I'm needed here
to begin the process
of setting up training camps
in other alliance worlds.
Sheridan and I will be there soon enough,
and when that happens, I was thinking
that I would like to have tannier assigned
as one of the house guards.
Well, that is a great honor
for one so young.
Yes, it is.
Well, I will speak to you when you get back home.
Safe passage, sech durhan,
sech turval.
Entil-zha, veni.
Durhan...
One thing...
Turval told me that the new recruits
had not been fully trained with the denn-bok.
The fighting pike
is a dangerous weapon, Delenn,
not to be taken lightly or learned prematurely.
Yes, I know.
That's why it is proper for recruits
to learn from one of the younger teachers.
Only a very few will learn from durhan himself.
Tannier handled the pike quite well,
almost as though instructed
by a master before going into battle.
Yes, he did.
Ha ha.
Good day, Delenn.
Durhan.
You know, that's something
I never realized about the Minbari.
Zack: What is that?
I think they're genetically incapable
of walking away from a fight.
No, I mean it.
When Delenn's forces went up against the drakh,
they barely got out with their skins intact,
yet they went back and wiped them out anyway.
Yeah, well, they killed a bunch of her people.
I know. That's what I mean.
You or me, we probably would have gotten reinforcements
and then got back,
but once they're in, they're in.
Earth/Minbari war: Same thing.
We hit them, they couldn't let go
until either they beat us or we beat them. Now this.
Somebody starts a fight, and they gotta finish it.
Doesn't matter if they win or lose,
live or die,
as long as they don't give into the terror.
Well, maybe...
And maybe that ain't such a bad thing.
So...
You, uh, got the Captain's file there?
No. Go away.
I could just peek--
you know, Michael,
you and the Minbari have one thing in common:
You never know when to leave something alone.
[Beep]
I'll be in in a minute, Delenn.
That's fine.
I'm just thinking.
Oh? About what?
I spoke to the Captain today.
At one point, she said she couldn't believe
that you would authorize the mora'dum.
She said it's not like you.
What did she mean by that, John?
I'm going to pretend that you were going to
tell me this sooner or later.
I was just...
Looking for the right time.
10 seconds after you thought of it
would have been good.
Yeah.
Yeah, maybe so.
Are you all right?
I think so.
It will just...
Take some getting used to.