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The last poem
you read tonight...

In the light
of two moons.

Did I not hear some of it
when we were...

Both too young to know
anything about anything.

We could only
feel and wonder

what it all meant,

but you recall correctly.

I did start it then--

poor and groping
for meaning.

It has matured and changed
over the years.

I finally knew that it
was ready last month.

Tonight was
its first performance.

I remember it.

I thought you might.

Our lives
were simpler then.

Do you regret the choices
that you made...

To be here?

Sometimes...

Only sometimes.

You?

I would be nothing
other than what I am.

It's been a long day.

I have kept you
too late.

No, it is
just that I have

another performance in
the morning, and after that,

I must prepare
for my journey to Earth.

I hope
the humans appreciate

what riches of spirit
you bring them.

Well, if they do not,

I shall retire
to a doxhouse

and devote
my remaining years

to the songs of heefa.

It is good
to have you here, Mayan.

Shall I walk you
to your quarters?

Thank you, dear friend,

but I am sure
your day begins

even earlier than mine.

Good night then.

Good night.

[Knives scraping]

Oh!

Stay away from Earth,
freak!

Sinclair: It was the dawn
of the third age of mankind,

10 years after
the Earth-Minbari war.

The Babylon project
was a dream given form.

Its goal--
to prevent another war

by creating a place
where humans and aliens

could work out
their differences peacefully.

It's a port of call...

Home away from home

for diplomats,

hustlers, entrepreneurs,

and wanderers.

Humans and aliens

wrapped in 2,500,000 tons
of spinning metal,

all alone in the night.

It can be
a dangerous place.

But it's our last
best hope for peace.

This is the story

of the last
of the Babylon stations.

The year is 2258.

The name of the place is...

This is an outrage,
Commander,

an outrage.

Shaal Mayan is regarded

as a cultural treasure
by my people.

This brutal attack affects
not only her person,

but the soul of
my entire race.

We'll get
whoever's responsible,

I promise you.

Will your promises
take away Mayan's pain,

her terror,
her humiliation?

I told her she should have
an escort during her stay.

She refused.

Mayan could not conceive
of anyone wishing her harm,

and there was a time,
Mr. Garibaldi,

when one could walk
through green sector

without need of escort.

I assure you we're doing
everything we can

to correct that,
Ambassador.

Then you are required
to do better, Commander,

much better.

This is the sixth attack

on a prominent alien
in less than 2 weeks.

All with the same m.O.,

and it's not just happening
on Babylon 5.

Both Earth and Mars

have had a rash
of similar incidents.

Home guard?

That brand is
their calling card.

And according to the latest
security updates,

their numbers
are growing daily

along with a dozen or so
other pro-Earth groups.

Pro-Earth?

They're nothing
but hate peddlers

playing off fear
and ignorance

to turn human
against alien.

But I won't have it
here--

not on Babylon 5.

I want these scum,
Michael.

I want them bad.

I'll do my best.

Problem is there's

too many
who agree with them

and even more who
just don't give a damn.

Then make them
give a damn.

Commander Sinclair,

I have just been informed
of the latest atrocity

committed by your people.

My people did not attack
shaal Mayan,

but rest assured,
whoever did

will be found
and punished

to the full extent
of the law.

I have no special love

for the Minbari
or their poets.

But I warn you, Commander,

if any Narn is harmed
in this manner,

there will be
bloody retribution.

And I warn you,
Ambassador,

any disruption
of Babylon 5

will be dealt with,

even if I have
to throw

the entire
Narn population

into the brig.

Now if you'll
excuse me.

All I could see
was a Shadow.

I'm sorry.

This Shadow--

was it humanoid, alien,
big, small?

It was a Shadow.

That is all that I know...

That and the pain...

And this.

Is there anyone
on this station

who might have reason
to harm you?

Mr. Garibaldi,

I create
and perform ti'la--

poem songs that attempt
to recall old memories

and prompt new ideas.

While a number of them

have provoked discussions
of some heat,

I have never before
been stabbed and branded.

Thank you for your time.

I could remove
that Mark.

No.

It is a lesson...

One that should not
be forgotten.

Babylon control
to Centauri liner Carbo,

we'll have someone waiting
at this end

to take custody
of the detainees.

Detainees? What kind?
Raiders? Hijackers?

Unknown. All he said

was they didn't appear
to be dangerous

and he wanted to hand them over
to someone of command rank,

so if you've got
a minute...

I don't.

Lieutenant Commander,
I'm up to my eyeballs.

I've got every one
of my people

looking into these
attacks.

It will only take a minute.

I don't have
a minute.

Well, neither do I.
Unless of course

you'd like me to get
the Commander to do it.

O.k. All right.
I'll do it.

No problem.
Good.

Just one quick stop
to make on the way.

I found
an illegal planter

in the garden last week.

Someone was actually

using our hydroponics
system to grow coffee.

And as everyone knows,
the garden is to be used

only for fruits,
vegetables, grains--

Mr. Garibaldi.

So I figured
I'd just stop by

and rip it right out
of that planter.

It's too bad.

The beans looked
just about ripe,

and coffee is
so expensive to import.

Mr. Garibaldi!

I think I'll take a walk,
and while I'm out,

I might as well stop by
and pick up the detainees.

You're a vicious man.

I'm head of security.

It's in the job
description.

Let go!
I am a Centauri citizen.

You have no right
to manhandle me.

We demand to see
Ambassador Cotto.

Take them to blue 5
and make sure

the Centauri
representative

is informed.

Susan.

It's been a long time.

It's been 8 years,
Malcolm.

What are you doing
on Babylon 5?

I'm looking
for something...

Something
I never stopped wanting.

I have to go.

I have duties.

Same old Susan.

Duty first.

That's right.

Enjoy your stay.

But you said
in your letters

that you were
the Ambassador.

It's a little difficult
to explain right now.

This is a great
disappointment

to us, cousin.

All right, Sinclair,
what is it this time?

I suggest you ask
Ambassador Cotto.

Who?

Ambassador Mollari,

may I present Aria Tensus
and my cousin Kiron Maray.

They just arrived
from Centauri Prime today

and were taken
into custody immediately

by Earthforce security.

Commander,

can you explain
this affront

to our
noble citizens?

Your noble citizens
had stolen credit chips.

Oh. I see.

Since they are Centauri,

I'll release them
into your custody

pending further
investigation

of the charges.

What am I supposed
to do with them?

You're always saying

the Centauri are
an advanced race.

You figure it out.

[Announcements,
background chatter]

So, you do take a break
every now and then.

Actually,
my shift just ended.

Then maybe we can talk.

There was a time
when you and I

would spend entire evenings
just talking.

When we weren't, uh...

That was a long time
ago, Malcolm.

A different place.

A different me.

All the more reason
to start over.

I'm tired.

I have to go.

Susan.

Malcolm,
it's been 8 years.

Let's take it slow,
all right?

So, when their families
arranged marriages for them,

they fled here.

Yes, but why?

I am to marry
the ugliest woman

on Centauri Prime.

And Aria's betrothed
to a man who's old enough

to be her grandfather.

Ugly and old, yes?

Then their families

must be both rich
and powerful.

I commend your parents
on fine choices,

but I still don't see
the problem.

We don't want to marry
anyone else.

We want to marry
each other.

We love each other.

Love!

What does love have to do
with marriage?

My dear,
beautiful children,

consider for a moment
what you are doing.

For a thousand years,

marriages have been arranged
among our people,

marriages which meld
the noble houses together

and--and keep the fabric
of the Republic strong.

Sometimes, these marriages
call for sacrifice...

Great sacrifice...

But we make
this sacrifice

because this is what it means
to be Centauri.

If you deny this tradition,

you lose the very thing

which makes you
what you are.

Do you understand?

But it's so unfair.

[Sighs]

Mr. Roberts,
are you aware

of Babylon 5's
regulations

regarding weapons?

I got a right
to defend myself.

You've seen some of the things
that walk around this place.

Some of them could tear
a man's head off.

Is that what you were
doing the other night--

defending yourself?

What do you mean?

Shaal Mayan was attacked
last night,

and there's traces
of fresh blood

on your knife.

It's mine.

I cut myself
opening a crate.

Ever hear of
the home guard?

Yeah. Sure.

If you ask me,
they got the right idea.

It's about time
we human beings

stood up for our rights.

Damn aliens are ruining
everything for us.

Book him for carrying
an illegal weapon.

Run a DNA check
on that blood.

What the hell
is this crap? I--

let me tell you
something, creep,

I don't like
your attitude.

And if the blood on that
toothpick of yours

matches Mayan's,

I'll give you
over to the Minbari

and let them play dice
with your eyeballs.

I don't know what's worse,

damn aliens or the traitors
who suck up to them

over their own kind.

Get him out of here!

Earth Alliance transport,
wolfbay,

you may proceed
to jumpgate.

Roger, Babylon control.

Ambassador Kosh,
I hadn't heard from you,

so I thought I'd make sure
you'd been informed.

There have been
several recent attacks

on non-humanoids.

We are conducting
a thorough investigation

and hope to have it
wrapped up soon.

Good.

Meanwhile,
it might be helpful

if you spoke with
the other Ambassadors.

We take no interest

in the affairs
of others.

Well, I hope
you'll reconsider.

If you could
give us a hand, we'd--

yes?

Nothing.

We'll respect your wishes.

That's quite a viewer.

I've never seen anything
quite like it before.

What is it?

Efficient.

Those are images
from my world.

If I may ask,
what are you--

I am studying.

Studying what?

Ambassador?

Any word yet
from Earth Central?

No.

Funny,
there's something

I've been
thinking about all day.

And I can't get it out
of my head.

What's up?

When Earth Central
assigned you here,

did they brief you
on what happened

when Ambassador Kosh
arrived?

Just that a radical
organization

within the Minbari
military caste

tried to
assassinate him.

They used poison

administered
through the hand.

I was talking
with Kosh earlier,

and I remembered
something

I never could
quite figure out.

Kosh wears an encounter suit

to protect him
from our atmosphere.

So how did the poison
get into his system?

His hands should've been
completely covered.

The Vorlons
are very secretive.

They don't want
anyone to know

what they look like,
what they breathe,

or how their biology
works.

I mean, who knows
how much that suit

is really necessary

and how much
is just camouflage

to keep us from seeing
what's inside.

Only person who does know
is Dr. Ben Kyle,

who saved Kosh's life.

Since he's bound

by a doctor's oath
of confidentiality,

he never told me
what he saw

when he opened
that encounter suit.

Strangely enough,
right after that,

he was transferred
to Earth

to work directly
with the President.

And our first telepath,
Lyta Alexander,

the only member
of the psi corps

to scan a Vorlon,

was transferred back
a week later.

You think there's
a connection?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Do you have any idea
how much trouble

these lovebirds of yours
have given me?

I've already had
a dozen messages

from Centauri Prime.

Yes, their families
are outraged.

And it's my head
they're after.

What are you going
to do?

What am I going to do?
The only thing I can do.

Send them home
where they belong

and hope they come
to their senses.

But they love
each other.

Love. Pah!

Overrated.

Here.

Look.

These are my 3 wives--

pestilence...

Famine...

And death.

Do you think I married them
for their personalities?

Their personalities could
shatter entire planets.

Arranged marriages,
every one,

but they worked out.

They inspired me.

Knowing that they were
waiting at home for me

is what keeps me here,
75 light-years away.

But, Ambassador,

they're just going
to run away again.

Happily, that is not
my problem.

Now you go find
your little lovebirds

and tell them to be ready.

There's a transport leaving
for Centauri Prime tonight,

and I want them on it.

If you need me,
I'll be in the casino.

Commander...

The abbai delegation
is preparing to dock.

Have a liaison officer
meet them at customs.

You wanted to see me,
Commander.

I hear you have
a suspect

in the assault on Mayan.

Had. DNA scan showed
the blood on his knife

was his own,
just like he said.

He sure fit the profile,
though--a real hate freak.

You let him go?

Under red-level
surveillance.

I could have held him
on the weapon charge,

but I think he'll be
more useful to us

running loose.

He's a logical recruit
for the home guard--

meat attracting maggots.

Good idea. What else
have you turned up?

I haven't had much time.
Since the attack on Mayan,

there's been fights breaking out
all over the station.

Things are getting ugly
out there, Commander.

That's exactly what
the home guard wants.

If they can turn
Babylon 5

into a war zone,

everything
we've worked for here

will be destroyed.

We better wrap this one
up quickly, Michael.

I know.

[Laughing]

Oh, we had some good times
together.

We sure did.

Tell me, do you, uh...

Do you ever regret
leaving me?

Regret?

No.

I.o. Was a great
career move.

It opened
a lot of doors,

and serving there

was very exciting
for me,

even if I did

cry myself to sleep
the first few months.

I never wanted
to let you go.

I feel the same today.

Malcolm, I'm still
committed to my career,

and you know
what that means.

And I can accept
that now...

Which is, uh, why I'm going
into business here.

What?

I do believe this is

the very first time
I've ever surprised you.

But you're not serious,
are you?

Absolutely.

In fact, I've already,

um, secured an office
and quarters.

All I need
is a few more clients.

I hoped that you might
be able to help me with that,

but the important thing

is that we'll be together
again...

Right?

[Knives scrape]

Aah!

He can I.D. Me! Burn him.

Vir: Kiron!

Aria!

Let's get out
of here.

Oh!

Kiron.

The boy's in a coma.

Thoracic wound--
PPG at close range.

He's in intensive care
in medlab 2.

How's Aria?

Stunned with
a shock stick.

She's a little bruised
and a lot scared.

Physically,
she'll be fine.

Does she remember
anything about the attack?

No.
And the boy?

He might be able to
identify his attacker--

if he comes out
of the coma.

[Beep beep]

Garibaldi.

Chief, we've got
a major disturbance--

central corridor,
brown sector.

We can no longer
stand idly by

as our peoples
are slaughtered

by these
cowardly humans.

We must fight back

with every means
at our disposal.

We demand justice!

Is there some problem,
Ambassador G'Kar?

Problem indeed.

8 non-humans
brutally attacked

in the space of 2 weeks,

and you have yet to make
even a single arrest.

We have a good lead
in the latest incident--

spare us your usual
platitudes, Commander.

You know very well

why these crimes
remain unsolved.

It is because
the perpetrators are human.

I want you out of here,
Commander--now.

To hell with that.

I'm not going anywhere
until they listen.

We've both seen mobs
before,

and anything you say

will only make them
hotter.

Now get out of here
and let me do my job.

I promise
I'll be gentle.

So this is your response,
is it, Sinclair?

So much for Babylon 5's
highly vaunted justice.

Justice you're about to get

a first-hand taste of,
G'Kar,

starting with a charge
of inciting to riot.

Or you can go back
to your quarters,

and we'll call it a...
Misunderstanding.

All right.
Move them out.

What do you say?

Che duga. You..
You I hear.

You one who hunts.

Out of my way!

Ugh.

What?

Thank you.

I had a lovely
evening.

Well, I was hoping
that it wasn't over...

Yet.

[Beep]

Mmm.

Uh, that's not
too flattering.

It's duty.

Ahem.
Ivanova here.

We've had a near riot
in central.

I need you
in the briefing room.

I'm on my way.

You have to go.

Did he say
there was a riot?

Malcolm, out.

Um, catch you
on your next break?

Yes.

The situation's
cooled down some,

but we've had
a few incidents,

including one involving
my old pal Roberts.

How serious?

He's going to be spending
a few days in medlab.

Luckily we had him
on red surveillance.

We nabbed the perps
before they killed him.

Keep a lid on it.

This could provoke
even more trouble.

I could strangle
that damn G'Kar.

Love your new look.

Considering the situation,
Garibaldi,

I'd think you'd have
something on your mind

other than my look. Sir?

Let's begin.

Aria, I'm so sorry.

My dear child,
don't worry.

Kiron will be fine.

Dr. Franklin is
a veritable wizard.

They won't let me
be near him.

Of course not.

He wouldn't
want that.

If he senses I'm here,

he'll recover.
I know it.

Can't you do something
about it, Ambassador?

Go back to your suite
and rest.

There's nothing
you can do here.

I'm not leaving Kiron.

Ambassador.

We should listen
to the girl.

We Minbari
consider love

a most potent force
for healing.

She cares deeply
for him.

Such feelings

can turn the tide
when all else fails.

Oh, I see,

and if he dies, despite
this great power--

if he dies,

she will suffer
enormous grief,

but every moment
together

will make her grief
a little less.

I would expect
such logic from a poet.

What can a Minbari know
about Centauri feeling?

Ambassador,
I have traveled far

and seen much,
and what I have seen

tells me that all
sentient beings

are best defined
by their capacity

and their need
for love.

And she will learn
to live without it.

As you did?

You wanted
to see me.

I've been keeping up
surveillance on Roberts.

He just had
an interesting visitor.

Computer,
play surveillance tape

971, count 16.

Commencing.

I know that man.

He was in Ivanova's
quarters last night.

Mr. Roberts,
I'm Malcolm Biggs.

What's happened to you
is, uh,

well, it's a disgrace.

Tell me about it.

There are some of us

who don't like
what's happening here.

Alien Ambassadors

setting policy
for humans.

Alien workers

taking jobs
from human beings.

Inhuman criminals
preying on decent people

like yourself.

We want to put
a stop to that,

and we think
you can help us.

End of recording.

I never would've dreamed.

A man can change
a lot in 8 years.

There's no reason
you should've known.

Exactly what is it you
wanted me to do, Commander?

Introduce me.

Tell him
I'm not happy

about
all these aliens

forcing themselves
on Earth.

Groups like this

always like
to recruit

friends
in high places.

If they accept me,
it could give us

a chance to nail
them all

before they do
any more damage.

Very well.

On one condition.

Name it.

I want to be there
when you take them down.

There's a diplomatic
reception

in the counsel chambers
tonight.

That might be a good way
to get the ball rolling.

As you wish.

Ambassador, I've been looking
everywhere for you.

Yes. Yes,
what do you want?

To tell you something.

Well?

You...

You--you--you were wrong.

What?

My cousin and Aria
wanted to be together

because
they love each other.

Now, would that have destroyed
the great Centauri Republic?

We cannot turn our back
on tradition.

Oh, damn tradition!

Kiron may die

because our
glorious tradition

values wealth
and power over love.

My shoes are too tight.

Excuse me?

Something
my father said.

He was...

Old, very old
at the time.

I went into his room,

and he was sitting alone
in the dark crying.

So I asked him
what was wrong,

and he said...

"My shoes are too tight,

"but it doesn't matter

because I have forgotten
how to dance."

I never understood
what that meant until now.

My shoes are too tight.

And I have forgotten
how to dance.

I don't understand.

Nor should you.

Commander Sinclair.

May I introduce
Mila Shar,

head of the
agricultural delegation

from abba four.

We look forward
to studying

your hydroponic cultivation
methods, Commander.

I understand they've
been most successful.

They should be.

The best technos from Earth
set up the system for us.

It's state of the art.

I trust your security
is equally as efficient.

Absolutely.

We understand
there have been

several attacks
on non-humans lately.

Naturally, I'm concerned

about the welfare
of our delegates.

Don't be.

We have everything
under control.

But wasn't
a Centauri youth

seriously injured
just last night?

He'll recover.

They're nervous.

About what?

The recent attacks
on non-humans.

They're afraid
they'll be next.

What if they are?
I served on the line,

and we had
a motto there.

The only good alien
is a dead alien.

It was true then.
It's true now.

The job description says
I have to play diplomat.

It doesn't mean
I have to like it.

Were you in the war,
Biggs?

Well, no.
I missed it.

Sit down. Sit down.

Let me tell you
something.

I fought.

My best friends died,

and we won,

not because
we outfought them...

Not because we were
luckier than them

or stronger than them
or smarter than them.

We won because
the damn Minbari

let us win.

You know what that
victory tasted like?

Ashes.

You'd be surprised

how many times
I've heard that.

There's a movement
back on Earth.

It's growing,
gaining in support

from people
just like you.

So I've heard.

We want to put Earth

back at the center
of the universe...

Our universe.

Get rid
of alien influences.

Get rid of aliens.

Put Earth first.

We must get back
to our roots.

Let's let humans be humans.

Who's we?

Friends of mine...

And perhaps soon,
of yours.

I want you
to meet them.

Both of you.

I'd like that.

Yes.

Of course we must
be discreet.

Not every human agrees
with our stance,

so I'd like
a small gesture

to show where
your sentiments lie.

What sort of gesture?

Something to put every
alien on this station

in their place.

To Earth.

I know you've
all been concerned

about the recent violence

against aliens on board,

and you'll be relieved
to know

there is
no longer any danger.

Good. You've arrested
the criminals,

but why weren't
we informed?

Mr. Garibaldi.

We have good reason
to believe

the perpetrators have
fled back to Earth.

Naturally, we've alerted
Earthforce there.

Then you have
identified them.

I'm afraid that information
is classified at the moment.

Why is it classified?

Do you think we are
pouchlings, Commander?

Are we really to believe

that these humans
are simply gone?

I for one do not accept
a word of it!

Neither do I!

Believe whatever
you like.

The fact is,

the investigation
is over.

Thank you.

Lies!

[Moan]

Dr. Franklin!

Hey, whoa, whoa,
whoa.

Hey.

Oh.

Welcome back.

How do you feel?

Tired.

Well, that'll pass.

When you feel up to it,

Mr. Garibaldi
has some questions

about the people
who shot you,

and Ambassador Mollari
was asking about you.

I think he wants
to have a long talk

with both of you.

Commander, I just heard
from Malcolm.

He set the meeting.

Where is it?

He won't tell me.
He'll meet us

in the Zocalo
in half an hour

and take us there.
We're to be unarmed.

Looks like our boy's
being cagey.

I expected that.
We'll link him

to the security
net

so you can
monitor us.

If they suspect
we've been lying,

this could be
a trap.

I'll be all ears.

If you need us,
we'll be there.

Good luck.

Dr. Franklin says

you'll be able
to travel in a few days.

I've made
all the arrangements.

But--

please,
no more arguments.

You will return
to Centauri Prime

as is your duty.

However,
upon arrival,

you will be met
by Andilo Mollari,

my second cousin.

He will escort you

to his family estate
in the capital

where you will enter

into a period
of fosterage

until you are
of adult age.

I don't
understand.

Fosterage?

A fairly common practice
in the old days,

and though seldom done
nowadays,

the law still allows it.

Vir, very impressive.

I can see you've been
studying--good.

You will live with
Andilo and his wives--

all good people--

and they will
instruct you in,

among other things,

proper decorum

for centauris
of your rank.

But our parents,

they'll object.

I doubt it.

You see, Andilo is
a very powerful man,

and it is a great honor

to be fostered
by his family.

To object would be
to defy old tradition.

But what will
become of us?

You will study
our culture,

learning all you can
of it.

Then when you are
old enough,

Andilo will give you
permission

to decide
for yourselves

whom you wish
to marry.

Even if it's
only for love?

If you insist.

Thank you.

All right,
enough.

You two
need to rest.

Now, we'll talk
more later.

Ambassador.

Why?

Because you are
still children,

and children should
be allowed to dance.

Vir.

They're entering
cargo bay 5.

This is it.

Where are the others?

Already here, Commander.

Worth, activate
the jammer.

Alvares on scan.

[Beep beep]

We don't want
to be disturbed.

I'm impressed.

What are those things?

Black light
camouflage

developed
by Earthforce.

They're still
under wraps

in r & d,
but our friends

got us
some prototypes.

We have friends
everywhere.

We hope that you'll
be one of them.

I'll help
any way I can.

We're counting
on it.

Worth, is
the jammer up?

Perimeter secured.

Damn! They jammed us.
Let's move.

The recent attacks
on Earth, Mars, and here

were just a prelude.

In 2 days' time,

there'll be
a mass assassination.

In one night,
we'll take out

the 4 major Ambassadors
stationed here--

Mollari, Delenn,
G'Kar,

and Kosh.

Their deaths
will be a signal

to terminate
the Ambassadors on Earth.

But the scale of it,

I mean, you would need
hundreds of people.

As alvares said, we've
got friends everywhere.

Clear it out!
Clear it out!

Coming through!
Coming through!

Clear it out!

What do you want us
to do?

Get us into

the Ambassadorial
wing

and off the station
undetected

after
we're finished.

No problem.

Good.

Then there's just...
One more thing.

I call it
a little loyalty test.

Commander, please.

I don't know--

shut up!

Kill it.

No. Please.

No! Please!

Come on, Jeff.

You said it
yourself.

Only
good alien's

a dead one.

Have mercy on me,
Commander. Please.

No.

Malcolm,
the scanner--

it shows a whole lot
of people

heading our way.

Move it out!
Clear it!

I wouldn't.

Give me an excuse
and you're dead.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Earth Alliance
special transport

normandy beach
is now departing

from docking bay 6-a.

All assigned personnel,
please report immediately.

Such great hatred

for so little
real reason.

Seems incomprehensible
to me.

Human ways are often
unfathomable,

but in time,

one learns
to live with them.

If one has
an exceedingly

strong
constitution.

I can't believe

you did this to me,
Susan.

What kind of a human
are you

to side with them?

I find many
of these people

to be more human

than you
and your kind.

But I don't
suppose

you'd understand
that.

I don't know you
anymore.

I never knew you.

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