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voice, whispered from behind Londo. You know what you have to do. What you have always done.

Londo stared at the creature, and its gaze met his own. The eyes that looked back at him were fierce, proud, unbowed.

And in the dream, the eyes that looked back at him were the eyes of Shiri, frightened and alone... they were the eyes of his people as he passed them on the street... and then, at the last, he recognized them for what they were - his own eyes, looking up at him.

It is duty, a voice whispered. You cannot fight duty.

Londo looked down. The sword was in his hand.

Yes, I can, he thought back, and brought down the sword, severing the ropes that bound the creature's feet.

It staggered upright and met his gaze one last time. Then, with a power and a freedom he had never experienced before, he watched it race away, disappearing into the distance, into the woods, into the future.

The dream never came to him again.




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Babylon 5

Space, Time, and the Incurable Romantic.

by Joseph Michael Straczynski

Summer 2000

source : IRC

upload : 8.XI.2006

update : 17.II.2012

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Much to his own surprise, Marcus Cole breathed deeply.

His first conscious thought was "I'm alive," followed closely by "Why am I alive?"

"Dim the lights," someone said.

He tried a second time, and managed to keep his eyes open. He was in an operating theater -- of that much he was certain. Several people stood over him, and as he focused he recognized their distinctive bone-crests. Minbari. Two of them were dressed in physician's gowns, while the third wore the cloak and pin that identified him as a Ranger,
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