it was not Lyta speaking, but a sort of delayed Vorlon recording. And if the Vorlon was fearful... what in the name of God were they facing?
As if in direct response to his thought, Lyta said, "They are a power beyond comprehension. A hunger beyond understanding. They are anti-life itself. Older even than we were. Telepathic, all of them. They modified the gate so that it enhances their telepathic impulses, creates an army willing to die for them. We fought back, disabled the device, but those of us who were controlled by their influence dropped it into hyperspace before we could stop them. Hid it from us."
"What do they want?" asked Sheridan, his voice barely above a whisper. He had the awful feeling he already knew the answer.
He was right, as Lyta said, "To destroy all life that is not their own. They believe that only they have the right to exist in the universe, that all other life-forms are inferior and must be exterminated. In their own universe they destroyed thousands of races, and continue to destroy thousands more. Because of our pride, they know we are here. They have been watching us from within their dark cities, waiting for a chance to come here ... and destroy."
Delenn, as always, was the more practical. Perhaps, Sheridan realized, it was because she had far more experience dealing with the concept of overwhelming, universe-destroying beings. After all, she'd lived with the knowledge of the Shadows for years before sharing it with him. Speaking with what sounded like a surprising amount of sangfroid, she asked, "Why can't the aliens make a gate from their side?"
"The door must be on both sides," Lyta replied readily. "Close this one, and they cannot come through. We have been searching for it for centuries, hoping to find it and destroy it.