yanked the knife out with a smooth maneuver and Lennier lay prone. Even in his agony, he retained sufficient presence of mind to staunch the bleeding by applying pressure.
"I know you," came a voice that spoke in a demented whisper. "The Minbari from before. Are you in love with her too?"
"W-what?" Lennier managed to say. Thanks to the overall dimness of the station, it didn't take long for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. There was the one known as Leo, standing several feet away, tossing the knife from one hand to the other, speaking in a tone of voice that sounded frighten-ingly playful, as if this entire thing were one big joke to him. The woman, Sheila, lay on the floor nearby, whimpering, her mind clearly on the verge of shutting down completely. And Lennier was able to make out one other body, lying on the floor, not moving at all. He wondered if that was a corpse. For that matter, Lennier wondered if he was going to be a corpse himself in short order.
"Are you in love with Sheila?" demanded Leo.
"No. I am not," Lennier said, forcing himself to keep an even tone. Inwardly, he was chiding himself. He had come after this man while allowing his fury to cloud his mind, and now he had paid for it. It wasn't as if he was enjoying the pain in particular, but he couldn't help but feel it wasn't entirely undeserved.
"You're lying!" Leo snarled.
"Minbari do not lie," Lennier told him, sounding surprisingly reasonable considering he was working on maintaining some degree of sensation in his leg.
"First her," Leo said, gesturing toward Sheila with his knife. "First her, and then you."
"You are not going to kill anyone," Lennier warned him.
"Don't tell me what to do," Leo told him. He waved the knife threateningly. "Don't tell me what