about the Zekhite? If they did, I can get my contacts working to find out what new arrangements the mages will make to leave Babylon 5."
"We know they didn't send a message from the planet," Tilar said. "If Galen-the other one-is still here, then the mages still don't know. Whether or not Galen is here, we'll find out soon. Bunny's going to ask Blaylock a few questions. As soon as Elizar comes."
A warm rush of well-being flooded Galen's body. It carried with it the promise of relief from everything he'd held inside, from the crushing anger and self-hate, from the grief, from the driving need to act. And perhaps, finally, an end to it.
He felt exhilarated, energized. Elizar was there. He had another chance. Another chance to kill Elizar. To crush him to nothingness.
"If you can wake him up," Bunny said.
Galen realized G'Leel had spoken. "I'm sorry?" he said.
"I said, I'm sorry."
"I criticized you for not fighting the Shadows. I see that you're doing all you can."
Galen dried his face. "The Shadows have targeted my order. We could do much more in the fight against them. But the mages are afraid."
"Apparently the Narns are targeted as well. If they knew, I don't think many of them would worry about helping your kind."
Their eyes met for a moment, and Galen nodded. She stepped aside to let him pass, followed as he limped toward the front door.
"The warehouse," he said, "is three blocks north of here. It is called Kledah. The best time to strike would be at dawn."
"Thank you," she said.
He opened the door. "I hope I haunt your dreams no longer. You have done more than could possibly have been expected." He started out, pulling the door closed behind him.
She grabbed it. "I'm coming with you," she said, as if she had decided