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These weekly meetings
are a pain in the butt.

Yeah, I know, I know, but it's the regs.
Would you stop that?

- You've been doing that all day.
- It's the jacket. It doesn't fit right.

I've taken it to five tailors. Nobody gets
the fit right. Pulls, rides, it's itchy.

- I think I need a silk lining.
- Zack.

I have very sensitive skin. Feel this
material, it's like a winter coat-

I don't wanna feel it.
Leave me alone, okay?

Women like a guy
who looks trim and neat.

You gotta be sharp.
I look like I'm wearing a circus tent.

Any minute, a little car with 16 clowns
in it is gonna come flying out of my butt.

- Garibaldi's Fashion Express. Go.
- We've got a code 7-R. You free?

Yeah. Be right there.
I gotta go. You take notes for me, Ok?

No problem. Chief, what's a code
7- R? I never heard of that one before.

It's nothing important. You know how the
bureaucracy is always changing everything.

Catch you later.

Sorry, I got here as fast as I could.

It's all right. Go on, Delenn.
You were saying?

Wars are won or lost before
they are fought...

through preparation, attitude, strategy
and the selection of proper allies.

In the growing war against the Shadows...

there may be some allies we
haven't approached yet.

Many times over the last million years,

the Shadows were fought to a
standstill by the First Ones...

races immeasurably older than our own.

After the last war 1000 years ago,

we believed the First
Ones went away for ever...

passing beyond the Galactic Rim where
no human or Minbari has ever ventured.

But the Vorlons remained.

So it is possible that some of
the others may still be around.

Well, If this is true, why haven't
we heard from them before now?

They have grown tired
of constant warfare...

lost interest in the affairs
of the younger races.

According to legend, some went
to sleep in secret places...

deep beneath their ancient cities
where no one can bother them.

The rest walk among the stars on errands
we can never hope to understand...

- ...barely aware of our existence.
- Maybe it's time we got their attention.

Is it? When I was being trained
on Minbar we were taught...

that the First Ones are beyond
anything we've experienced.

They don't think like we do.

They're old, powerful and dangerous.
And they don't like to be bothered.

A combination like that, you may not
want to get their attention.

Some of the First Ones could swat
this station as if it were a fly,

and not even notice they died.

Marcus is correct. Until now
we have warned the Rangers...

to avoid those places where
the First Ones still walk.

They're dangerous and unpredictable.

But we are reaching a point where we
can no longer avoid taking risks.

So how do we go about
sending them a message?

If you only send a signal,
they will not answer.

They must be found and contacted personally.

The danger is considerable and
the odds of success are very small.

So I have invited one other
person to our meeting today.

Good afternoon, everyone. Captain.

Delenn tells me that you're going
to try contacting the First Ones.

It is a magnificent idea,
a daring and splendid idea.

In doing so, you will see things no
human has ever seen before.

It will be fun. Assuming you're not
vaporized, dissected...

or otherwise killed in an assortment of
supremely horrible and painful ways.

Exciting, isn't it?

The Babylon Project was our last,
best hope for peace.

It failed.

But in the year of the Shadow War,
it became something greater...

our last, best hope for victory.

The year is 2260.
The place, Babylon 5.

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BABYLON 5 3x05 "VOICES OF AUTHORITY"

I have checked the data records of the
great machine running the planet below.

It contains information
which might help in your search.

Reports of encounters with alien forces
beyond description...

stories of vast and nameless forces
that prowl the ruins of ancient cities.

Each report carried with it a warning:

Do not approach.

To quote a human phrase,
it gives me the screaming willies.

But I am willing to do all I can to help.

I recommend that you come
down to the planet.

We can go over it all and select
the most likely prospect for contact.

- Say, four standard hours?
- I'll be there.

Mr. Allan? Julie Musante,
Ministry of Peace.

Thank you for meeting me.
Is the captain with you?

No, sorry. I tried to reach him,
but he's in a meeting.

Oh. Well, no matter.
We'll catch up to him at his office.

Could you have my bags taken to
some appropriate quarters?

- I'll be here for a while.
- Sure. It's right this way.

I studied the station map before
I arrived, Mr. Allan. I know the way.

- Good day, ambassador.
- And to you, G'Kar.

- You are well, I trust?
- Yes, thank you.

No problems back home,
nothing troubling you?

Not that I am aware of.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Good day.

Well, I'm happy to hear it.
I was getting concerned.

You see, I've noticed that you've been
spending quite a bit of time...

in closed meetings
with Captain Sheridan.

One might almost get the
impression that something was up.

Just the usual diplomatic exchanges
between our two governments.

Yes, of course, of course. Well,
as I'm no longer on the council...

I suppose I've forgotten how
to tell the difference between...

a political session and a private meeting.

I heard an interesting word the other day.
A word I hadn't encountered before.

Good, I'm pleased that you are continuing to
expand your frame of reference, G'Kar.

What do you know about Rangers?

- Nothing. Why? Should I?
- Well, it's a curious thing, Delenn.

My contacts have mentioned the word
to me from time to time...

and sometimes they're speaking of a
human and sometimes of a Minbari.

If one didn't know better, one might
conclude that these humans and Minbari...

are both part of
the same organization.

But that seems extremely unlikely,
does it not, Delenn?

Yes. Extremely.

Well, thank you for your time, Delenn.

Since you aren't able to help me, I'll just
continue making inquiries on my own.

Eventually I will figure it out.

I'll let you know what I find.

Ms. Musante, I'm sorry, I got tied up.
If I'd known you were coming-

You have some very impressive
objects here, captain.

Earthforce Silver Star for
Valor in the Minbari War...

commendations,
your orders of promotion.

But, except for the seal
of the Earth Alliance,

I really don't see much that gives...

a sense of walking into the heart of
the Earth Government here on Babylon 5.

Well, I prefer a more informal office.

And as it is my office...

Yes, of course it is. Well, I was
simply trying to be of assistance.

I've been assigned here by the Ministry
of Peace, the Nightwatch Division...

under the direct authority of the
Babylon 5 Senate Oversight Committee.

- I'm to be your new political officer.
- I don't need a political officer.

Oh, but the Senate disagrees. Things
are very touchy back home, captain.

Some of your actions haven't been
as politically astute as they might've been.

- Now, just a minute, I don't-
- I'm only repeating what I've been told.

No need to kill the messenger.

Your decisions might have been correct
on some level...

but there are ways of doing things
so that they reflect...

more favorably on the Earth Government.

And so it was decided that
you needed a political officer.

Someone who can whisper in your ear...

who could warn you about governmental
policies you might bump into.

Someone who could keep you from
making costly political mistakes...

that might jeopardize
your career back home.

- Zack?
- Yes, sir?

- Take a walk.
- Yes, sir.

Get this straight, Ms. Musante.
This is my command.

My position as military governor
is guaranteed...

under the charter of the Babylon Project.

Yes, I've read it. It does not exclude
the presence of a political officer.

But perhaps you could show me
the paragraph that I missed.

- This is a military outpost.
- Which answers to a civilian government.

Decisions made by military officers must
reflect the current governmental policies.

The president proposes
and the military disposes.

Unless there's been a coup
and no one told me.

The president invested me
with sole authority here.

Unless I receive orders to the contrary...

I refuse to share that authority
with an unqualified civilian.

And no one is asking you to.
I am simply here to advise.

Captain, the decision's already been made.
There's nothing we can do about it.

So I suggest that we do what we can
to live with it amicably.

For starters, I need you to fill me in
on what's been happening here.

And I suggest dinner at the Fresh Air
Restaurant in a couple of hours...

around 1800 hours.

- I can't. I have another appointment.
- Really?

There's nothing posted on your schedule.
What is it? Perhaps I could help.

- It's nothing I can't cancel.
- Good.

In time you'll find I'm not
as bad as you might think.

I'll see you at 1800 hours.

Commander, I've got the captain
on channel one for you.

I'll take it in his office.

Captain. What's up?

I just had the entire Earth bureaucracy
land right on my back.

Look, I can't make my appointment on
Epsilon 3. You'll have to go in my place.

Get the information and get
back as soon as you can.

- Not a problem. Anything else you need?
- A glass of whiskey, a gun and two bullets.

Understood. I'll call you
when I get back.

- Your quarters are right this way.
- Thank you.

- So how'd it go with the captain?
- Fine.

He's a loyal soldier, he knows where
his priorities are. He'll come around.

In the meantime,
I'll need you to fill me in.

On what?

On whatever the captain
chooses not to tell me.

Just until he does come around.
Zack, you're a member of Nightwatch.

You have priorities as well. Never make
the mistake of forgetting that.

Are you coming?

- I asked for Captain Sheridan.
- He's busy.

- I don't like surprises.
- Really?

Love them myself.
To me, everything's a surprise.

You're a surprise.
This place is a surprise.

You see this? Paper cut. Hurts like hell.

Anybody else would be upset, but to
me, it's one more wonderful surprise.

I even surprise myself sometimes.

So I guess there's nothing wrong
with me surprising you. Right?

I like you.

- You're trouble.
- Well, thank you.

That's the nicest thing anybody's
said about me in days.

This way.

So right now we're in the lull between
storms. Now, unless they're stopped...

the Centauri will keep moving in on
the League of Non-Aligned Worlds.

Well, I'm sure that's the rumor,
but you know how rumors are.

Earth would never ally itself with
a government that's bent on war.

But we have signed a treaty
with the Centauri.

Exactly. Which proves my point.
These noodles are wonderful.

- Do you want some?
- No. No, thank you, I'm fine.

This is just the thing I was
trying to explain earlier.

All right, so you have some concerns, but
there are ways of expressing these concerns...

which won't cause problems
for our leaders back home.

- Is that soy sauce?
- Yeah.

Right. Well, enough about politics. So,
how are things here on the station?

Fine, fine. Status quo.

We have had problems with
the lurkers, but nothing-

- Lurkers?
- It's our version of the homeless.

In many ways, we have
the same problem Earth does.

- Earth doesn't have homeless.
- Excuse me?

We don't have the problem.

Yes, there are some displaced
people here and there...

but they've chosen
to be in that position.

They're either lazy or they're criminal
or they're mentally unstable.

They can't get a job.

Earthgov has promised a job
to anyone that wants one.

So if someone doesn't have a job,
they must not want one.

- Poverty?
- It's the same.

- Crime?
- Yes, there is some...

but it's caused by
the mentally unstable.

We've instituted correctional centers
to filter them out at an early age.

Prejudice?

No, we're just one happy planet.

Well, all right, there's the Marsies but...

that won't change until they
stop fighting the Earth rule.

- And when exactly did all this happen?
- When we rewrote the dictionary.

Captain, you're a good man.
You're a fine soldier. A leader.

You understand that sometimes
before you can deal with a problem...

you have to redefine it.

But you can't deal with the problems
by pretending they don't exist.

There's no need
to embarrass our leaders...

by pointing out the flaws in our
society that they're aware of...

and dealing with in their own way.

Some people just enjoy finding fault
with our leaders...

they're anarchists, troublemakers,
or they're simply just unpatriotic.

None of which describes you. Now, do
you want people thinking otherwise?

These are the areas that I
want to help you with.

I want to feel like I'm needed, that
I'm doing my part to help bring...

the Earthgov back to the decent,
hard-working people that created it.

I am here to protect you.

I admire your honesty and your record
and your attitude.

And I don't want to see
anyone use those against you.

Quite frankly, I think I could come
to like you, quite a lot.

Well, here we are.

If you'll just plug yourself into
the matrix, we'll take it from there.

- It's occupied.
- Oh. Yes, of course, my mistake.

I spend so much time out of my body,
I sometimes forget where it is.

If you'll excuse me.

It will only take a moment
for me to disentangle myself.

I must remember to dust myself once
in a while. This is hardly appropriate.

Well, here you go. Your jacket.

It really is quite safe. I have set the
machine so it can handle humans...

and I've made sure it can deal with my
absence for several hours if necessary.

- So, what do I do?
- Just relax.

The program will take you from there.

Open your mind.

But whatever you do,
do not stray from the path.

- I can't breathe.
- It's all right.

Try to calm your mind. Focus.

All life forms are connected.
Look for the path.

Look for the path.

- I see it.
- It is the power that binds us.

One to another,
across the darkness of space.

Focus on the First Ones,
on the most ancient of ancients.

Let the path take you to them.

I know this place.
I've seen it on the star charts.

Sigma 957.

They were here.

I can feel their footprints in the sand.

Hear their words,
whispered in the wind.

It's beautiful.

They're coming back again.

Soon.

I can-

Draal. Draal, something's wrong.

Draal, I'm not alone.

It sees me.

It knows I'm here.

It's pulling me in. I can't stop it.

It is the enemy. Pull away.
Go back to the path!

I can't. It knows I'm here.
It knows my name!

Break off! I can't pull you
out without killing you.

Turn away! Don't look at it!

That's it.

Come back now.

Wait.

There's something else.

That's Earthforce One
before it exploded.

I can warn them.

- I can save the president.
- No. It's too late.

You're seeing the shadow
of things long gone.

I've wanted Santiago dead for so long.

I wasn't sure we could really pull it off.

- You're sure it's done?
- Earthforce One will never return from Io.

The power is now yours, Clark.
Mr. President.

I do not understand. A normal human mind
should not have been able to do that.

I saw it. I saw it all.

The image I saw, the message,
can you record it?

- Yes, but how-?
- Do it. Please.

It's the proof we'd need that President
Santiago was assassinated...

that Clark was behind everything.

We've got it.

We've got it.

I appreciate the help, captain.

I can't imagine what happened
to scramble my lock code.

Well, Security should have it open
in a little while. Can I fix you a drink?

Oh, God. Yes, please.

Oh, I like your quarters. It's a bit
larger than standard, isn't it?

Yeah, a little. They tried to hit me up
for rent on this place last year...

- ...can you believe it?
- Well, we must all do our part.

I don't mind doing my part, I just object
to doing their part as well. It's...

As I said, we must all do our part.

Perhaps now you find the presence of
a political officer a bit more appealing?

- I don't think-
- Good. Don't.

- Better. But there's no need to rush.
- No.

No, there's not.

So if you could just wait two seconds,

I'll be right back.

My usual timing. Sorry.

It's not what it seems.
Now, what're you doing?

I'm using Draal's holographic system.

Captain, I've got a lead
on some of the First Ones.

There's a chance we can catch
them, but it means leaving right now.

- We don't have much time.
- Damn it.

I can't leave without an explanation,
she'll be all over me.

It looks to me like she's
already all over you.

No, I can't risk exposing the operation to
an outsider. You'll have to go without me.

Get ahold of Garibaldi, you'll need
someone on board who speaks Minbari.

- And be careful.
- Same to you.

Oh, and captain, while I was
in his computer system...

I found something else
you're gonna find very interesting.

What?

It's a long story. I'll uplink the data
to Garibaldi before I leave.

- John?
- Good luck, captain.

I think you're about to go where
everyone has gone before.

Well, it must be colder
in here than I thought.

I'll fix it.

Mr. Garibaldi, could you tell me where
to find Commander Ivanova?

We had a meeting scheduled,
but she never showed up.

She got called off station on business.
Very last minute. I gotta go.

There have been many last-minute things
happening around here, Mr. Garibaldi.

I once believed the Centauri
had the market...

on secret meetings on Babylon 5.

It appears they have some competition.

I have no idea what you're talking
about. Everything's status quo.

Mr. Garibaldi, stop!

The Centauri took my world,
my government, my title.

They did not take my self-respect.

And I thought they had not taken
the respect I had earned from others.

Was I wrong in thinking that?

Something is going on, Mr. Garibaldi.

I sense a gathering of forces that
could perhaps help my people.

I know we have never
exactly been friends.

But until now,
we have never been strangers.

G'Kar, look, if there were anything
I thought could help you or your people...

- ... I'd tell you.
- Then perhaps I could help you.

I appreciate that, but I don't see how.

Well, then maybe that's something
you should work on.

- Morning.
- Oh, good morning, Mr. Allan.

So how'd your meeting go
with the captain last night?

Fine, fine.

When it comes to your union situation
here, he must be a very good negotiator.

I've never seen anyone come up
with so many creative ways...

of saying no to a simple proposition.

Well, I've always liked
the sound of "yes" myself.

Did you know that your jacket
doesn't fit, Mr. Allan?

I suggest you have it adjusted.

Mr. Allan. I've called a meeting
in three hours...

to go over the new political protocol.

- I expect to see you there.
- Yes, ma'am.

Lennier?

- He couldn't make it.
- I need someone who speaks Minbari.

You've found him.

I did spend almost a year living there.
But if you'd rather I left, fine.

I'm sure they must have an Earth-
Minbari dictionary lying around somewhere.

Tell them to set course for Sigma 957.

Before coming here, I was authorized
to begin implementing certain changes.

From this point on, it will be
inappropriate for Earthforce personnel...

to publicly criticize the government
or its decisions.

Violations of this will result in
immediate fines and penalties.

What about civilians?

That's not something
you need to worry about.

Just take down the information and
pass it along. We'll take it from there.

The new policies expand the range of
investigation to past associations...

families and friends who might draw
others into compromising situations.

Is there a problem, Sergeant Allan?

Well, yeah. Babylon 5 Security
is supposed to act according...

- ...to the rules of due process.
- When enforcing criminal law, correct.

But you are now an arm
of the political office...

and this widens the scope
of your authority.

You are to examine station publications
to ensure they're ideologically correct.

We've revised the rules of evidence
to make them more flexible.

- Isn't all this a little extreme?
- Yes. Yes, it is.

I shouldn't be telling you this yet,
but in the coming months...

certain individuals will be purged from
their positions on charges of sedition...

immoral conduct, even
spying for alien governments.

With our basic freedoms at stake,
no response can be too extreme.

There may be some minor and temporary
abridgments in the protected areas...

of speech and association,
but only until this crisis is over.

We have been betrayed
on nearly every level.

And it is going to take the efforts of
every loyal citizen to keep Earth safe...

and ideologically pure.

- Anything yet?
- Nothing. Same as I told you an hour ago.

Maybe we can adjust the scanners.

They've been adjusted five times.
All we can do now is wait.

How long has it been since
you've had nothing to do?

- I have responsibilities.
- And what of responsibilities to yourself?

You don't have to keep busy
every moment of every day.

I don't remember authorizing a change
in discussion to my personal life.

I have to be authorized to talk
to you like a person?

- What is it you're running from?
- Don't you have anything to do?

Nope. I'm all yours.

What's that?

I think we just found them.

Transmitting recognition signal.
Let's see if Draal's information is right.

- What's happening?
- Energy drain.

- It started as it came towards us.
- Move us away.

My name is Susan Ivanova.
Commander, Earthforce.

This ship is the White Star.
We've come to find you.

The enemy that you fought
before has returned.

In order to fight the Shadows, we've
formed an alliance with others...

the Great Machine on Epsilon 3,
the Minbari, the Vorlons-

I think you just hit a nerve. The Vorlons
must owe them money or something.

At least it tells us
they understand our language.

They're just not willing
to speak to us on it.

Who knew they were French? Sorry.

We've come to ask you for your help.

Will you join us in a fight
against the Shadows?

Is that a yes or a no?

They're not moving away.
I'd say they were thinking it over.

I've wanted Santiago dead for so long.

I wasn't sure we could really pull it off.

You're sure it's done?

Earthforce One will never return from lo.

The power is now yours, Clark.
Mr. President.

God. That's it, isn't it?

The proof we've been looking for all this time
and it practically walks in the front door.

Problem is, what are we gonna do about it?

We can't release it ourselves,
it'll raise questions...

like how we got it,
and why we were looking for it.

I'll send it to General Hague.

He'll get it to the right people
without it being tracked back to him.

- They'll say it's a fake.
- All high-ranking Earthforce com systems...

carry an identifier code
on a subchannel.

That code is kept top-secret to prevent
false orders, It can't be faked.

And that code will tie
this right back to President Clark.

This is the best chance we ever had,
Michael. We have to take it.

Do you always pace like that?

Is there some way you'd
prefer me to pace?

Damn it. I really don't want
to screw this up.

Then don't.

The Minbari taught me: Claim victory in
your heart and the universe will follow.

Fine, great. Claim victory
in your heart and up your-

Zog.

Zog? What do you mean, Zog?
Zog what? Zog yes? Zog no?

- It's leaving. My guess is Zog means no.
- Like hell.

I am not letting them leave
without saying yes.

Really? And how do you
propose stopping them?

Perhaps a big red-and-white sign
with the word "stop" on it?

I'll put a bucket on my head and pretend
to be the ancient Vorlon god Boogee.

- That's it!
- Fine, I'll get a bucket.

No, I meant the Vorlons.
Open a com channel. Now.

This is the White Star
to the departing ship.

I just want to say I appreciate your
response and I fully understand.

The Vorlons said that you wouldn't
be up for a fight like this.

In fact, they said in the last war they
carried you and did most of the work...

while you took most
of the credit for it.

They said that if you got involved
with this one you'd just get hurt.

Come to think of it,
we've got the Vorlons.

We don't need much more help, do we?

I mean, the Vorlons are pretty close
to perfect, aren't they? And strong.

Yeah. Well, whatever.

Listen, I'll be sure and give them your
message as soon as I get back.

In the meantime, you have a nice flight.

We'll send you a message as soon as
the fighting's over...

so you can come back out again.

I think you're making him mad.

- It's bigger than we are.
- I know.

When it is time. Come to this place.

Call our name. We will be here.

With the stunning revelation today of
evidence purporting to show...

that the death of President
Santiago was not an accident...

but an assassination
planned from within...

and that then-Vice President Clark
was involved in this alleged conspiracy...

the evidence is undergoing tests
designed to determine its authenticity.

Meanwhile, several Senate committees
in Earth Dome...

will hold closed hearings
to discuss the issue...

and strongly urge the appointment of a
special prosecutor to evaluate the evidence.

Off. Okay, you heard the news.

I expect it to be tense out there today.
Just keep everybody calm.

Oh, and because of this situation, our
new political officer, Julie Musante...

has been recalled to Earth to help
deal with the crisis in public morale.

So without her guidance...

if anyone asks, say that we're
waiting for the truth to come out...

because sooner or later,
it always does. That's all.

That's amazing. I can't believe it.
It's gotta be a mistake, right?

- Yeah, well, we'll see.
- Is there something wrong, chief?

Yeah. Yeah, there's something wrong,
Zack. What did you tell her?

What, Musante? Nothing.

I know you had a private meeting with
her. I know she's been asking questions.

Look, I didn't tell her anything.

Okay, little stuff, stupid stuff.

What am I supposed to do, play
dumb? I work for these people.

Yeah, well, you were working for me a
long time before you joined Nightwatch.

After what happened to me, it took a long
time before I could trust anyone again.

I thought I could trust you. Don't make
me have any second thoughts, huh?

- You don't trust me, chief.
- What are you talking about?

What's a code 7-R, huh? I looked it
up in the books. It ain't there.

So I have to wonder, what's going on?

Nightwatch says the people who worry
are the ones with something to hide.

- You got something to hide, chief?
- You got a charge to make, make it.

- Otherwise, I don't have time for this.
- No, I don't have a charge to make.

I'm trying to get through this,
and it ain't easy.

I'm walking a tightrope here,
and I thought you'd understand.

Boy, was I a jerk.

All right, I know you're my superior
officer and we have to work together...

but for the rest of the day, just
don't talk to me. We'll both be happier.

It went okay then?
No problem making first contact?

No problem at all. They'll be
there when we need them.

That's one down and, what,
several thousand more to go?

Yeah, well, if this war is going
to be as bad as Delenn says...

we'll need all the First Ones
we can find.

Any more word on the situation
with President Clark?

Earth Dome is going nuts over this.

Clark is saying it's an alien plot
to discredit him.

Santiago's family is demanding an
investigation. I mean, it's a mess.

But, the truth is out.

All we can do is hope it does some good.

I can't imagine I'll be gone very long.
It's all nonsense about the president.

This is exactly the kind of thing
that I was warning you about, Zack.

I hope you can see now
that I had a point.

Yes, ma'am. Does seem that way.

Just curious, you ever hear
of a code 7-R?

I thought maybe it was a new security code,
something I might not have access to.

No, I've never heard of it. Why?

I don't know. I thought maybe I heard it
somewhere. I guess I was wrong.

Earth passenger liner Loki
now boarding through Gate 17.

That's my ship. So I'll see you when we
finish cleaning up this mess back home.

Damage control is a great waste of
time, effort and resources, Mr. Allan.

But sooner or later, we'll find whoever
is responsible for this outrage.

And they'll be punished.
Severely, publicly and permanently.

Oh, hell. Just a second.

Damn, damn, damn. Jeez.
Okay, okay! Lights. Low.

Open.

I told you I could help. The Book of G'Quan.

Read it. We'll talk afterward.

- I don't read Narn.
- Learn.

He hates me.

They all hate me.
That's why they're doing this.

To make me crazy. Lights.

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