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intelligence first."

"Still, after a million years or so on your own ..." Garibaldi shrugged.

"A chance we'll have to take," Lyta replied.

"Yeah." But Garibaldi couldn't get the image out of his head. A planet full
of being with powers like gods and the brains of chimps. It stuck with him
long after that conversation. Years later, when the question of a telepath
homeworld came up again, he would remember it, vividly. It would make a
difference.

***

"Director Vacit," Diamond said, his voice shaking slightly. "The Jumpoint is
closed. They've gone."

"Very good, Mr. Diamond." Vacit sipped the odd, greenish tea the Vorlon food
maker had learned to supply him with. It usually did a good job of working
from his memory of how things tasted, but somehow had never managed coffee,
as such. He glanced back up at the Psi Cop. "You and your men played your
parts well," he told Diamond. "I know it was difficult for you."

Diamond bit his lip. "Sir, I urge you again -- let us go. We're needed back
home in the fight against the rebels. Psi Corps needs us."

"I need you here," Vacit countered. "We've already discussed this."

Diamond's face hid his anguish well, but to Vacit's senses it flamed like a
fusion drive.

"Yes, sir," he said.

Outside, a powerful thrumming began. It was not sound, not air vibrating,
but something more wonderful, deeper, a music greater and more poignant than
any symphony.

"Listen, Diamond, they're singing again."

Diamond was new to this, and weak besides, so he was wincing. "Please, sir
-- it hurts us. They are -- too loud. Can't you make them stop?"

"I could. Why should I? It means they're happy. After what the Vorlons put
them through, they deserve whatever happiness comes their way. You'll get
used to it."

Vacit rose and walked outside. Several troops of the Nephilim were gathered
about, wide, guileless eyes greeting him, offering him their limitless
strength unselfishly and unselfconsciously. If the Nephilim knew one thing,
it was obedience to Vorlons, and Kevin Vacit was enough of a Vorlon to