And something watching in the back of her mind welcomed the relationship.

They stopped just as dawn was breaking, finding themselves at a small site set aside from the general flurry of construction and repair that marked the city. Valen gently stepped forward, and paused.

"What's this place?" Catherine asked, smiling. "Where they're going to put your statue?"

"No," he said softly. "A shrine. To all those who died here during the invasion. I wanted to show you this last of all. This…. all this…. everything I've shown you tonight, it was paid for with blood…. so much blood. I don't think they told you that back on Proxima."

She shook her head. "No. No, the media was still heavily controlled by the Wartime Emergency Provisions. At IPX we heard a little more than most, but…. none of the true details. Nothing…." She bowed her head.

"Innocents. Everything, no matter how great or how small, is paid for with the blood of innocents. We must make sure that their sacrifices are never forgotten. This place is a start, but only a start. Tell me, Catherine, what has the blood of all those who died at Earth bought for our people?"

"I don't know," she said, shocked.

"Neither do I. I would like very much to walk amongst my people once more…. one last time."

"Maybe you will be able to."

He shook his head. "Footsteps in the sand, remember. They are coming to an end now. Soon. I can feel it. I'm going to have to go back soon. And then I'll never see another human face. I will be Minbari, once and for always."

"Go away? But Holy One, you…." Both of them turned to see a young Minbari slowly emerge from a side alley and walk towards them. "I…. forgive me, Holy One. I did not mean to alarm you. I…. I just came here to…. Forgive me. I will leave."

"No," he said quickly. "What is your name?"

"Findell, Holy One. My…. wife was killed on Minbar, and I brought our daughter here…. to be near to you, Holy One. I could not follow the Primarch, and I wanted to be with Delenn…. and you…."

"Ah. I see. I am sorry, Findell, that I have not met you until now."

"Oh no, Holy One. There is no need to be sorry. It is…. an honour…."

"The honour is mine. How do you find this place, Findell?"

"It is…. strange to my eyes, Holy One. But there is much that is good here. I grieve only because it is not Minbar. But our old way of life is gone now, that I know. And we will never be able to recover it."

"Never is a strong word, Findell, and you may yet see your home again. As will I. You heard me correctly before. I must leave here, travelling beyond as I did before. My…. destiny compels me. But just because I am absent in body that does not mean I am absent in spirit. I will always be with my people, Findell. Always."

"Then you will return again, Holy One? When you are most needed?"

"I…." Valen looked at the glowing, reverential eyes of his young companion and nodded. "I will return when I am most needed. But if my words are never forgotten, then I will never truly have left."

"Of course, Holy One. I understand. I…. thank you, Holy One." Findell bowed, stepped back and bowed again. He then scurried away, back into the streets. Valen sighed.

"You really creep me out when you do that," Catherine noted. "You sounded almost Minbari for a minute."

"I am Minbari. But I am human as well. Two souls…. in one body. The Vorlons did that to me."

"The…. Vorlons. Yes."

"But I have realised something. Simply because they have manipulated me for their own ends, that does not mean there is no good in what they have done. I may be their puppet, yes…. but I can still help. I can still heal, I can still build, and pray, and fight. Not everything they do is wrong, Catherine, whatever some may say." He paused, and looked at her intently. "I am not yet sure if what they did to you was wrong or not."

"I…. what? What do you…? What do you mean?"

"I can see their mark on you. It is so…. bright. At first I feared that the Catherine I knew…. once…. was gone, but I do not fear that any more. You have returned to my life, Catherine, and for that I am grateful to them."

"Ah…. I…. I don't…." She trembled, and then straightened slightly. "What are you going to do now?"

"Whatever their plans for you, and for me…. it does not matter. Events…. elsewhere are running away from them. From all of them. I will be here for a few more days at most. Then…. I will have to pass beyond again. And this time, I know I will not be able to return."

"How do you know this?"

He smiled, and pointed up towards the sky. "They're coming for me. I can feel them."

And for the second time in this world's history, a Vorlon ship arrived at Kazomi 7.

She could see it all now…. weaponry, defences, knowledge…. the histories of centuries come and gone, of decades yet to be…. All of it was hers, save for that one little part blocked off from her eyes and mind. She did not know what it was that could be hidden from her like this, but she did know that it was the greatest power of the Machine, and she was determined to find it.

"Tell me!" she screamed. "Tell me!"

G'Kar could not hear her. He was still, perhaps dead, she did not know. She supposed she could ask, but a part of her did not want to make the effort. G'Kar's servant, Ta'Lon…. he was still awake, whispering something in his own language. The Machine did contain translation devices — she could sense them, literally within sight — but they did not interest her.

"What is he saying?" she asked. Her voice sounded strange to her.

Tu'Pari looked up. She could see him there, his every thought laid out before her. He was steeped in blood even as much as she, but he did not possess her strength. He was only a mundane. His whole race were only mundanes.

"He is praying," came a calm, matter of fact reply. "He is calling upon G'Quan to grant him strength in protection of his lord."

"Is that likely to happen?"

Tu'Pari chuckled. "I very much doubt it."

One of the mundanes at the far end of the room stepped forward. The man. She had known his name once, she was sure, but could she still remember it? She trawled through his thoughts, ripping into memories and ideas as casually as she would flick through an address book. Lianna…? Frank…? Garibaldi! Of course. She knew him now. She had no idea who those other names belonged to, but they hardly mattered.

"Look, Donne…. this is taking things a bit far. I can't believe the Boss authorised this. Why don't you…. just…. give him a call at Sanctuary? I'm sure that machine can do that."

The Boss? Al! Alfred Bester! Yes. She was…. meant to…. do something…. tell him something…. It couldn't have been important.

"I will do as I please. You live by my sufferance, mundane. Don't forget that. You…." Her attention was diverted by the sound of G'Kar coughing. "Tu'Pari, wake him up!"

The assassin nodded and pulled out a small vial from a pocket of his tunic. Applying its contents to a cloth, he held it to G'Kar's face and pressed it against the fresh, deep wound across his cheek.

The prophet screamed as his body spasmed, forcing him back into consciousness.

"What is the secret, Narn?" she asked. "Tell me!"

"You…. are doing…. more harm…. than you know…. Give…. up…. the…. Machine…."

She laughed. "Give up all this? Tu'Pari, you've obviously damaged his mind somehow with those knives of yours. G'Kar…. tell me or…." She smiled. "They're fighting above our heads, you know…. fighting for control of this planet, this Machine…. and your precious station…. So many people…. so many to kill. I must confess, my experiences of killing are usually one on one. I've never done anything like this before.