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"What?"

"Do you think I'm crazy? All those stars, all those worlds. Can't there be
some place we can call home?"

"It's not that simple."

She sighed. "I know. I used to think there was hope, you know? That mundanes
and teeps could live together. Now ..." again her voice dropped away into
silence.

Garibaldi popped his lips together, taking a rare moment to consider what he
ought to say.

"I think Byron was a kook," he began and the swift hurt and anger that
pinched Lyta's face told him he'd not considered long enough.

"No, look," he rushed on, patting something imaginary at about chest height.
"I know he was your friend, and a lot more. You loved him, and love gives
everyone a first-class case of tunnel vision. Take it from someone who knows.
But what I was going to say was that I think he was right about that one
thing, at least. Whatever you want, whatever I want, we can't live together.
This isn't like the old bigotries, based on idiotic criteria like skin colour
or religion. This is real. You can read my mind, I can't read yours. It's too
hard for you not to take advantage of that, and too hard for me not to envy
and fear you. We can deny it, suppress it, but it'll always come back.
Always. So no, I don't think you're crazy. I hope you find a Homeworld, and I
hope it's far away, and I hope you stay the hell there until we all get
better somehow."

"But you don't think it'll happen."

"Which? I don't think people have gotten any better since the stone age, and
I don't see it happening any time soon. And as for a Homeworld," he pushed
his chin at the viewport, "there's a lot of unclaimed worlds where we're
going, right? Now that the Vorlons are gone."

"{/If/} they are gone."

"What do you mean?"

"Since we started this trip, I've been feeling something. Something
familiar."

"Vorlons?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Well this is about them, right? This whole thing?"