It was curious the way the universe worked. No doubt it made sense to someone, perhaps to Delenn, or the Vorlons, or… Well, it hardly mattered. Call it fate, destiny, or something else entirely, he had been steered to this point with a certain inevitability.

Still, it was strange. They had been enemies, he and Londo, the Centauri bent on completely subjugating G’Kar’s people, destroying their homeworld, enslaving them, slaughtering millions. Back then, G’Kar would have said with confidence that there could never be anything besides bitter hatred between them, and yet…

When had he first begun to consider Londo a… friend? They had both endured so much over the years that an unexpected bond had developed between them, and now, G’Kar was the only person Londo could turn to, and rely on, in his hour of greatest need, not merely for his own sake, but perhaps for everyone’s.

Sheridan and Delenn must escape, not merely from the emperor’s palace but from Centauri Prime. The spaceship waiting for them will be of no use whatsoever if Londo’s Keeper awakens too soon and raises the alarm. And so G’kar must do his old friend one final kindness, by ending his suffering.


The End