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me unwillingly."

Morden continued to laugh.

Galen bit out the words. "Do you remember who you once were?" He conjured a globe between them, revealed within it a quick series of images: the talk on the Anfran love stone, the explosion of the Io jumpgate, Morden's screaming face, the calm of his later interview, Morden smiling as he approached Kosh's quarters to murder the Vorlon, Morden smiling as he paid off the man who had poisoned Londo's love, Adira, Morden smiling as he faced Galen in the mines deep underground. Morden watched in silence.

Galen dissolved the sphere, and they regarded each other.

"I didn't realize they were influencing me," Morden said. "But it doesn't make any difference. I know who I was, and I know who I am. And you don't know the half of it."

"You have committed monstrous acts under their influence. They make you desire chaos and destruction. They make you revel in it. But that doesn't mean you must continue. You can stop. You can do good. All you need do is tell me what I ask."

Morden glanced down at the stone hanging from his neck, his expression unreadable. "I made a deal with them-to manipulate, to tempt, to provoke, to kill. I promised to serve them willingly, with all the skills at my command."

Galen did not want to know, did not want to continue the conversation. Yet he found himself speaking. "You believed your wife and daughter trapped in hyperspace at the moment of their deaths."

Morden's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Yes. They agreed to free my family, to allow them to die."

"You know that-"

"I know it's unlikely. I know they probably died with the explosion. But I couldn't stand the possibility that they were suffering. I would have promised anything, if it had even the slightest chance of helping them."

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