Dust to Dust.

When he felt the telepathic imbalance rippling through the station on a level the telepaths already on Babylon 5 could not and would never be able to feel since their races hadn't yet evolved to that level of awareness yet, sensations of rage, satisfaction, and sadistic pleasure washed over him, and when they did Kosh sensed what was going on and he knew what was happening instantly.

The substance known as Dust, a human drug that stimulated telepathic ability in telepaths although the human's Psi-Corps had been trying to use the substance in order to create a new generation of telepaths in a similar manner to their experiments which transformed the human telepath Jason Ironheart into an evolved being had been used on the station for some time now.

Kosh had felt the telepathic energies ripple through Babylon 5 ever since, but as he did he had known the substance would slip into G'Kar's untrained gloved hands.

And when that happened the Vorlon ambassador had realised he would need to get involved.

The psychic balance of Babylon 5 was usually smooth and flowing and it allowed Kosh to experience and to learn so much about the universe around him on levels none of the other races could understand for themselves, but they would much later when some of their people transcended onto a higher level of consciousness.

His people had once been like this, as had the rest of the First Ones, millions of years ago, and Kosh could still remember the long aeons of existing in a flesh and blood body although over the years the telepathic ability of his people had grown and grown until finally, they had become capable of seeing things nobody could on an ordinary level. Babylon 5's psychic balance was usually a mental song, but now it was wrong.

Completely and utterly wrong. Usually, on the station, there were only a handful of telepaths at any given time. Some of the telepaths were latent much like Commander Ivanova and they either hid their abilities to prevent anyone else from finding the truth out of fear of what might happen to them or their abilities were so buried in their minds they did not even know they were telepathic. Their abilities were just waiting to bloom, like flowers on a garden world, although there were many telepaths who were fully trained in their abilities and confident in themselves.

When he had been assigned as the Vorlon ambassador to Babylon 5, to prepare the youngling races for the next war against the Shadows and to prove the doctrine of order and obedience was the only way for races to evolve and become better than the ancient races had ever been, Kosh had not expected much.

Guiding the younger races was nothing new for him. He had been assigned to this type of mission many, many times over the aeons, and he suspected he would be given the assignment many, many times after this. However, Babylon 5 was an incredibly…unusual place. Kosh had never once been on a space station like Babylon 5, never. He had been on space ships and space stations throughout his incredibly long life. While many of the younger races had different approaches to building and advancing their space technology, Kosh had learned over the years never to judge a species by their technology level but by their energies.

But the only other time he had sensed a telepathic imbalance before… it had been when the human Ironheart, through some strange fluke in the experiments carried out on his person by the humans' Psi-Corps, had evolved. Even now, Kosh had no idea how the human scientists had managed to do it. He had read Ironheart's mind as soon as the human stepped foot onto Babylon 5. When Ironheart had boarded the station, Kosh had sensed the strangeness of the telepathic balance immediately, and it had taken a while for the Vorlon to work out what was happening. But even then, Kosh had stayed in his quarters at the time when he had felt the familiar surges of energy. Ironheart had ascended, to a level humanity just was not ready to reach.

It had been a risk, of course; the human was ascending on a level that would make him sensitive to all forms of telepathic intrusion. The human race and the Minbari, the Narn, the Vree, and all of the other current band of younger races were just not ready yet to evolve onto a higher level.

Ironheart hadn't known what was happening to him until it was almost too late. He had been too frightened by what was happening to him, but by the end, he had been calmer and at peace. Unlike many others among his people, Kosh was more enthusiastic than other Vorlons. It was tragic, but Kosh suspected it was because his personality was more geared towards curiosity than conservatism. He had reported to his people what had happened, and they had been surprised a mere human had achieved an evolutionary level so quickly.

But what was happening to the psychic balance on Babylon 5 was nothing like that instance with Ironheart.

Feeling G'Kar's sudden but incredibly crude telepathic presence was a surprise, but when Kosh briefly touched G'Kar's rage and revenge fuelled mind levelled towards Mollari, Kosh got the entire story. The Vorlons had been aware of the human-manufactured drug known as 'dust,' of course and what it was meant to do, thanks to using techniques similar to those used by the Great Machine down on the planet below, only infinitely more advanced and sophisticated. Kosh knew more about the drug than the humans did themselves. The Vorlon knew the drug's protein structure, which was in some ways similar to the drugs given to Ironheart, although it was much weaker created neural shock in the brain which caused hallucinations and rather crude and painful telepathic ability.

Kosh was not surprised the humans had been developing such a substance. Ever since the last war, the humans had been determined never to let their kind be wiped out, or pushed to the edge of extermination, as had been the case during the Earth-Minbari war. The Vorlons had kept watch over the situation, of course, and they would have stepped in as his people had done when Jha'dur came with the immortality drug. Kosh had sent a quick report to his homeworld and they had despatched a dreadnought to destroy the Minbari flyer the Dilgar was using. Such a drug would have untold applications for medical science, and it would have changed everything for whoever had it.

None of the other races was ready for immortality.

Nor, it seemed, did they have the means of keeping such a dangerous drug under their control. Their story of how the dust had gotten out was a lie. There were members of Psi-Corps (he knew thanks to Lyta the organisation was corrupt in many ways, but its repressive structure and ideology made it virtually impossible for a change) who had deliberately released the substance in the hopes they would get lucky, and a telepath of permanent and powerful ability appeared.

It wouldn't happen of course, but this was one of the consequences of such a poorly thought-through plan. Dust had the potential to create telepaths, even Kosh knew that especially when his people had learnt the theory was sound, but the execution and the formula for dust itself were poorly conceived. It hadn't created a telepathic permanently of high strength, it was useless.

G'Kar had managed to get some of the dust in the hopes of using it as an equaliser against the Centauri. Kosh mentally despaired; he had seen and experienced this kind of petty feud so many times over the aeons they had become an annual event. But what annoyed and frustrated Kosh about it the most was, despite how justified the Narn were over what had been done to them by the Centauri, the races involved became so narrow-minded until they only cared about the other's destruction.

But what frustrated Kosh the most was how the younger races were falling to the Shadows' philosophy. The conflict was what the Shadows stood for above all else, they believed that by fostering wars which devastated and even in some cases almost destroyed the planets of the younger races in the hope the adversity would ensure the evolution of those races and make them grow differently. The Vorlons might be opposed to the philosophy, but that did not mean they hadn't seen how those races had indeed grown stronger and more powerful, but the Vorlons believed their way was right since order and obedience ensured the younger races followed the path the Vorlon Empire laid out for them.

So, while he did approve of G'Kar teaching Mollari a lesson he would never forget, he did not like how the Narn's vision was so limited he only cared about vengeance.

When Kosh reached the part of the station where the Centauri and the Narn were, he strode through and found the pair of them who were more alike than any other would care or even dare to admit really close to one another. G'Kar had clearly used the opportunity, even in his delirious state to unleash his pent up rage on the Centauri diplomat, and considering what the Centauri had done to the Narn recently and in the previous century, Kosh couldn't say he was surprised, but he was tired of the Narn's inability to move on.

Standing to the side of the room in this part of the place called 'Down below,' Kosh easily broke through the telepathic connection joining the two without either detecting his presence; Mollari, like all Centauri, had a higher perception of time which allowed them to see pieces of the future in dreams, although they typically dressed their ability in superstition, that was not telepathy, and G'Kar might have had some degree of telepathy even though the Narn telepaths had been wiped out a thousand years before when the Shadows wiped their telepaths out so thoroughly there was no way the survivors could breed another Narn telepath.

But the potential was still there.

The gene still existed, and it had passed through the lines of future Narns. It just was not strong enough to create new telepaths; the Shadows had known what they were doing when they wiped out the Mindwalkers before leaving Narn.

But Kosh couldn't tell if G'Kar had a gene like that, or if the dust was simply having an unexpected effect on his mind. Either way, he had a basic and crude telepathic ability, but he lacked the skills or the ability to detect even the smallest probe.

Kosh went in deeper and he despaired at the state of both of their minds; the dust was designed for human DNA, so it was not meant for alien use. As a result, both of them were suffering on a level neither of them even knew about. Flashes of memory appeared in front of the Vorlon's mental eye, memories of Londo Mollari's life; his appointment to Babylon 5 which was considered to be a joke since the prior four stations were either destroyed by human xenophobes following the Earth-Minbari war or vanished as the fourth station had.

G'Kar had found the entire revelation quite amusing, but since he didn't know the full depths of Mollari's full from grace over the last decade, it was no wonder he had found it amusing. But what the Narn wanted the most was to make Mollari pay the price for everything his people had suffered…

Kosh was relieved he had arrived when he had.

After beginning the telepathic rape of Mollari's mind, G'Kar had just learnt Mollari was the one behind the attack in Quadrant 37, although nobody was aware the Centauri Republic were the ones behind the massacre.

"What have you done?" A younger version of Mollari demanded from Morden, the Shadows' recent contact from the lesser races while they were in the zen garden following the massacre. Mollari's face was pale and stricken with shock, panic while Morden was unaffected, even somewhat amused by what had happened. Kosh had seen this type of reaction many times before from lesser races who were stunned by how powerful the Shadows were.

"Only what you asked me to do," Morden replied in the telepathic memory while Kosh, G'Kar, and Mollari watched on. "You had a problem in Quadrant 37, and we took care of it."

"Yes, but you killed ten thousand Narns!"

Kosh had never really held out much hope Mollari could be a better person when the Narn-Centauri war started. Morden had likely succeeded with Mollari than he had with the other ambassadors on the station, although there was a strong likelihood some of them were being touched by the darkness rather than the light of order.

Kosh could tell Mollari, despite what he might have said, was deeply distressed and terrified by what he had unwittingly done, what he had witnessed. When he had returned from Narn after watching his people's cruisers bombard the Narn homeworld with mass-driver propelled asteroids which levelled the cities and whatever infrastructure and repair work the Narns had been able to rebuild and restore following the century of the planet being stripped by the Centauri, Mollari had been frightened by what he had experienced but he had buried it all under a facade of angry bravado.

The memory version of Morden turned around. "I didn't know you cared. Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million. What's the difference? They're Narns, Ambassador. Your sworn enemy."

If there was one thing Kosh despised although it was a given in the galaxy it was xenophobia. To him, it was just wasteful, but it was a fact of life. Xenophobia seemed to be written in the DNA of millions of lifeforms throughout the galaxy. For a moment, Kosh debated on what would have happened if Morden's people - humans - had turned down this path immediately following their war with the Minbari. In a way, they had, with their new president gladly bringing down the foresighted work of his predecessor in strengthening ties with other races after conspiring to assassinate him in the first place, and he was doing it with the same finesse as a volley of missiles blowing up asteroids. Kosh and the rest of his kind knew the worst was only yet to come. Clark and a few others on Earth had been touched and influenced by the Shadows, who saw great potential in the human race and their ability to jump back from adversity.

Clearly, they didn't see any kind of potential from the Narns, but they did see it within the Centauri. That was not surprising and it made sense. While many among the Centauri were decadent, pompous aristocrats who desired a return to their golden age, the good old days, there were some who were determined to make it happen. Currently, the Shadows were influencing the Centauri and some of the minor powers among the League of Non-Aligned Worlds to start wars with one another, conquering one world after another…the Shadows believed in survival of the fittest, and they believed in slavery because it sorted the strong from the weak.

It was not something Kosh accepted personally.

He could feel G'Kar's surprise, and he noted the Narn was studying the memories with great curiosity and growing anger.

"Why don't you eliminate the entire Narn homeworld while you're at it?" Mollari laughed as the memory changed; once again the Centauri ambassador and Morden were standing in the Zen garden, but this was a slightly different memory; Kosh quickly read Mollari's mind, effortlessly bypassing whatever mental hold G'Kar had and evading the Narn's notice although he wouldn't be a match for an ancient Vorlon's mind. Kosh found that this memory came from around the time Sheridan was made the military governor of Babylon 5, and not long before the Narn-Centauri war.

The memory of Morden gave Mollari a quelling look. "One thing at a time, Ambassador. One thing at a time."

As he watched the smile fade on the face of the memory version of Mollari, Kosh could see the seeds of doubt and fear on the Centauri's face; Mollari had been joking, that much was obvious even to a Vorlon. But Morden was not joking. He had just announced his associates had the power to destroy entire worlds, a power few races had. It was no wonder Mollari was becoming worried.

Unfortunately, G'Kar could only see and hear that Mollari had conspired with a human he had only the faintest memories of - Kosh had seen in G'Kar's mind the recognition when he had seen Morden, which confirmed Morden had asked the question of the Shadows to G'Kar, and the Narn had failed to answer properly.

"You!" G'Kar whispered, gazing at the mental version of Mollari with growing rage although Kosh couldn't really blame him for it, especially as he felt the mental pain coming from the Narn over the loss of his world, the deaths of so many of his people, and the enslavement of so many innocents who hadn't even fought in their recent war. "It was you. You were at the centre of it all."

Kosh could feel the rage emanating from the Narn, even telepathically.

"And the others, the ones you're working with…"

Mollari's own telepathic presence over the connection shook with fear and Kosh knew the Centauri would have shied away had he the ability to do so, but he tried his best nonetheless. Mollari was many things, stupid was not one of them. He knew he was in no position to properly fight back, even with that stupid treaty stating the penalty for the murder of any Centauri by any Narn would result in the execution of five hundred Narns including the perpetrator's own family.

But G'Kar would not be pushed that far. Kosh could tell the Narn was holding himself back with great restraint. He was not going to risk his family's lives, not for this. It was not worth it and in any case, the murder of a Centauri aristocrat was not going to help his people, and G'Kar knew it. "No, not anymore. It was a mistake. I have nothing more to do with them."

He was telling the truth, and despite his delight, the Centauri had once more regained their original place within the galactic order although he was far from happy with how it had happened, Mollari had the intellect to see the Shadows as the threat they were even if he was unaware of just how dangerous they were…

Unfortunately, G'Kar was simply too angry to see it. He was too wrapped up with the pain he had been holding onto for too long, a pain which had been stoked like a fire in a primitive steam locomotive engine until it was a raging inferno, just waiting to explode outwards like a supernova.

"Who are they?" G'Kar shouted. "Tell me. Tell me or I'll rip it from your mind."

"No," Mollari protested. He was terrified by the threat, Kosh could see that, but he didn't know anything about the Shadows since Morden hadn't given him any clues as to the identity of his associates, but Kosh had the impression if he did know then he would tell G'Kar gladly everything he knew, despite their aid in the past.

There was a human expression Kosh had learnt from his studies of humanity. Something about a certain type of animal, a dog he believed, foaming at the mouth with rage. Kosh had sensed human rage in the past, several times in fact. Ironically he had never seen a human being driven to the visible rage that would harken that image of an animal foaming at its mouth. But looking and sensing G'Kar's anger right now, Kosh could safely say he had never once seen a Narn this angry before.

G'Kar had excellent reason to be furious, of course; his planet was devastated and ruined, his people had been enslaved across a dozen worlds that had been conquered by the Centauri. The loss of his position hurt, but that was nothing compared to the loss of his friends and the knowledge his family were in chains. That meant more to the Narn than anything. They were likely dead by now, and that coupled with his rage at what was happening to his people right now only made things worse.

"Then I'll take it from you. Neuron by neuron. All of it, Mollari! ALL OF IT!" G'Kar roared with rage.

A stream of images coalesced in Kosh's mind and he knew G'Kar was receiving it as well, but the Narn lacked the skills and knowledge of how to separate them. All G'Kar was receiving was a lightning-fast stream of images and worthless information, but one of the memories the Narn did focus on the most out of the jumble was Mollari standing at the viewports of a Centauri warship watching as other warships bombed Narn with mass drivers.

"No more!" G'Kar whimpered as the stream of information overwhelmed him.

Suddenly a large picture of G'Kar, aged and scarred with only one eye while the other was covered with an eyepatch appeared, throttling Mollari. Kosh was well aware of Mollari's future dream death, of the Centauri being very old, sick and tired, being strangled by a tall figure with only one eye, momentarily weak but then filled with a fury and a strength that hadn't been there before…

When he felt the strength of the two wear down, Kosh decided that enough was enough. Effortlessly cutting through the images, Kosh created a slight psychic shockwave to break the connection between Narn and Centauri before he went into G'Kar's mind. The image of G'Kar kneeling down whimpering while holding his head in his gloved hands appeared.

"It is enough," Kosh said, looking through G'Kar's memories and projecting his words into the voice of G'Kar's beloved father, G'Qarn who had been tortured by the Centauri for what was nothing more than an accident, mentally repairing the damage caused by the use of the dust.

"Who…?" G'Kar looked up slowly, startled by the new presence he could only just perceive. Good. As long as he kept his mind blocked off from G'Kar, the Narn wouldn't become suspicious somebody else was in his mind. It would make little in the way of difference to Kosh, really, but the less G'Kar knew about what was going on, the better.

Kosh wanted to rehabilitate G'Kar. For a long time, the Vorlon had despaired of the state of the Narn people. He had said on several occasions the Narn and the Centauri were both dying peoples and they should be allowed to pass. But there was still time to change all of that. G'Kar was a powerful figure to the Narns, blessed with a spirit of indomitability. But for a long time that potential had been decayed by the continuous plotting and scheming (he would not think of the Narn's involvement with that assassination attempt; Kosh had known there were several Vorlons who had wanted to make the Minbari understand the depths of their petty pride, but the majority overruled them) in order to strengthen the Regime, but there were other moments where G'Kar genuinely showed he was something purer as if there was a stronger and better presence within his body and soul.

It was long past time that potential came out.

"Who's there?" G'Kar asked.

"Just us."

"Who are you?" G'Kar asked.

Kosh almost mentally smiled solemnly. The question, the Vorlon question, as opposed to the Shadow's question, What do you want? It had been many years since he'd heard that question directed towards himself since many recognised him as a Vorlon. Even Dukhat had not asked that question.

"I am, who I have always been," Kosh said as he began to projected the memory of G'Qarn's last moments after the old Narn had been beaten and then strung up in a tree in G'Kamazad.

G'Kar jumped as he took in the surroundings and Kosh could see the horror in G'Kar's face. "Father?" The Narn whispered in horror and disbelief.

"It is too late for me, G'Kar. It is not too late for you. Honour my name. Honour… my name," Kosh finished projecting the memory of the death of G'Qarn.

"No…," G'Kar's voice was full of heartbreak as he was unable to save his father, especially now he was much older and more experienced. But there was a reason for the imagery. Kosh wanted to remind G'Kar of how he had begun as a freedom fighter, but he had also wanted to make it clear to the Narn how he had deviated from the person G'Qarn originally and truly wanted him to be.

Yes, G'Qarn wanted the Centauri to leave Narn for good but he didn't have the courage to do it, so he wanted his son to be that Narn. And G'Kar had done it. But G'Kar had done what was so typical of so many beings, First Ones included, who took their own selfish desires and twisted the wish until it was blackened.

G'Kar futilely tried to reach for G'Qarn's corpse despite it being a remembered bad memory in his mind, and Kosh decided now was the best time to really speak to the Narn.

Still, in his G'Qarn guise, Kosh began the groundwork while he cancelled the image of the tree. "We are a dying people, G'Kar. So are the Centauri. Obsessed with each other's death until death is all we can see and death is all we deserve."

G'Kar stared at him in disbelief and a hollow sense of despair that Kosh felt easy. "The Centauri started it."

How many times had Kosh heard that, either from children among the younger races who started small fights with their siblings or with other children to races in the galaxy who fought one another, and occupied their homeworlds much as the Centauri had done with Narn?

Kosh had seen and heard the argument so many times over the centuries it had eventually become easier for the ancient Vorlon to just dismiss it; it was sad and unfortunate, especially since Kosh was beginning to see no way around it since the Vorlons were no closer to answering the First Question. The question they had been trying to answer since the day where their agreement with the Shadows crumbled into dust. The question that had been haunting both races for centuries.

Who was right?

Kosh, as a Vorlon, believed order and discipline were the only ways a race could evolve into something better but there was still such an ideological rift between the Vorlons and the Shadows, who had been their rivals since the age of the First Ones due to their conflicting beliefs despite their mutual respect of the power of the other.

But Kosh remembered something pertinent of those days.

A long time ago, both the Vorlons and the Shadows had claimed it was the fault of the other, both of them were starting long ways with each other, laying waste to countless planets before they were both stopped by Lorien and the other First Ones when they were destroying worlds of younger races who hadn't yet attained sentience. Kosh had no desire for the same thing to happen now. But there was another reason. He had no desire to watch as the Centauri and the Narn both became nothing more than memories drifting from star to star like solar winds. The Centauri were arrogant, and now they had reclaimed much of their lost power although Kosh knew it would turn to ashes, it was only a matter of time before they fell. The Narn were no better, they were so angry with their treatment at the hands of the Centauri and now their world was a mass-driver bombed planet, their people forced to live the life of a slave.

Kosh did not want either race to fall now he could see the possibilities of saving them both.

"And will you continue until there are no more Narns and no more Centauri?" Kosh pressed home his point, unable to hide the sadness as he gazed imploringly at G'Kar, hoping the Narn's memory of his father would be more than enough to make him think. "If both sides are dead, no one will care which side deserves the blame. It no longer matters who started it, G'Kar. It only matters who is suffering."

G'Kar shook his head, "No.."

Kosh heard the uncertainty in G'Kar's voice. That was good. It meant that while a lifetime of beliefs was being challenged, G'Kar was starting to see sense. "No, I have an obligation to honour my father's name."

For a moment Kosh almost panicked. Had G'Kar picked up on something that he'd missed when he had read the Narn's mind? If so then the Narn might actually be better at telepathy despite a lack of training… and then Kosh realised the Narn was merely trying to separate the two visions of his father that he had; the one who told him to free Narn and ensure the Centauri never conquered that planet again while ensuring the Narn became stronger by conquering other races, and the vision in front of him now.

Relieved by this, the Vorlon stepped closer in his Narn guise. "And how have you chosen to honour that name?" Kosh asked pointedly, hoping G'Kar realised that all the things he had done since from his petty schemes to all of his actions which had traumatic consequences had been more for himself than anything else. "What if there left for Narn if all of creation falls around us? There is nothing. No hope, no dream, no future, no life…"

Kosh's voice tailed off slightly at the end, remembering the losses of all the younger races who'd suffered and died off whenever another race obliterated them. Humanity had very nearly been added to that long list of death and destruction due to their war with the Minbari. They could have made the same mistakes the Narn had made, becoming more aggressive and dangerous, but fortunately, they hadn't. But there was a chance for the Narn, who was heading in that direction as well as passing down to their own doom, to be saved.

"…Unless we turn from the cycle of death toward something greater. If we are a dying people then let us die with honour by helping the others as no one else can."

G'Kar, who had been listening up until this point, held out his hand while his expression of puzzlement mixed with the surprise and intrigue on his face; it was clear that he had been given a lot to think about, but Kosh knew it would take time for him to absorb it all and he couldn't be expected to help anyone right now until he'd gained an understanding of what he could do. "I don't understand…"

Kosh responded by taking and grasping G'Kar's thick gloved hands with his own in his own Narn guise as warmly as possible. "Because you have let them distract you, blind you with hate. You cannot see the battle for what it is. We are fighting to save one another. We must realise we are not alone. We rise and fall together. And some of us must be sacrificed if all are to be saved."

G'Kar's expression, while still confused, resembled the expression of somebody who had just been faced with an incredible realisation and thanks to their current connection Kosh could tell the Narn was starting to see that what he was learning carried a good deal of sense although that was partly because of their surroundings and how much the Narn revered his father as he revered G'Quon. But G'Kar could now see ways of moving on and making the Narn greater than they had been before.

"Because if we fail in this then none of us will be saved, and the Narn will be only a memory."

Kosh had seen this happen countless times over the aeons. He had witnessed races who strove only to conquer only to discover what they were doing was more detrimental than they would have liked… only to find it was far too late. And now those races were long since gone. Ordinarily, Kosh would not interfere to this degree, but the opportunity had proven too good to just ignore.

Much of his task was now over. Now the Vorlon prepared to break the connection - he had spent the last few minutes in between speaking to G'Kar assisting Mollari and using his abilities to heal as much of the Centauri's mind as he could; he had been tempted to appear before the Centauri ambassador as he had with G'Kar to turn him away from the Shadows, but he'd decided against it. Mollari's mind was so full of darkness it was like a smouldering fire, choking the Vorlon completely. It was regretful since Mollari possessed a devious mind, and it would have been the perfect way to put him on the path of redemption, but from what Kosh could tell already, the Centauri's redemption would only come after so much sorrow…

Kosh began to withdraw his mind as he started to break the mental connection while he prepared one last masterstroke which would make the Narn really see everything he had been doing was wrong. G'Kar couldn't see him, but he could sense him, hear him.

"You have the opportunity, here and now, to choose," Kosh's voice echoed in the mental landscape while G'Kar gazed at his hand in shock and how the image of Kosh in his father's guise had vanished so quickly. "To be something greater, nobler, and more difficult than you have been before. The universe does not offer such chances often, G'Kar."

"Why now?" The Narn asked softly. "Why not earlier?"

Those were good questions, but the truth was Kosh had genuinely thought the Narn and the Centauri would never let go of their hatred until both races died so he had never seen the point in bothering to change either of them. What would have happened if he had, Kosh could not say.

"All this time, where have you been?" G'Kar went on.

"I have always been here," Kosh replied.

He opened the connection between them and the bright light of the Vorlon illusion of G'Lan made G'Kar turn around, and stare in open-mouthed astonishment as Kosh flew away, breaking the connection between them.

But not before Kosh sensed a growing desire to be better and to do whatever it took to provide aid in the future for others…

X

Standing away from the two - Mollari was now sleeping painfully after the violent physical and mental assault, while G'Kar was now crying into his gloved hands, Kosh considered what was going to happen now. There was no doubt at all in his mind G'Kar would need time to fully understand what he had seen, and what would happen now.

The Narns entire belief system had just been uprooted and thrown into turmoil since he had just learnt everything he had been doing was the last thing he should have been doing the whole time. G'Kar would need time to come to terms with that, but Kosh had no doubt he would soon. He had seen it within G'Kar's mind before leaving. The Narn would likely summon Babylon 5's security or he would take Mollari to one of the med labs where the human doctors could attend to the Centauri, before giving himself up. The Vorlon had no idea which, but it wouldn't matter since the outcome would be the same.

Kosh silently walked out.

He would later hear G'Kar was being placed on trial, and he silently broke off a piece of his consciousness and placed it inside Michael Garibaldi without the human's knowledge; there had been signs of a purer, nobler and more spiritual sign of G'Kar over the last few years, but this one had seemed more at peace with himself, even with being put into a cell. The fact he seemed almost happy with the verdict told the Vorlon a great deal; he needed time to really think about the future. Kosh was delighted when he learnt about that.