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“G’Kar?” Splendid. They had drugged him. A rather strange thing to do, as all they had done so far was inflicting pain. Not that he had not endured pain before. These people were nothing like Cartagia or the famed pain technicians at the royal court. But the blood loss had been massive, so he did not have any of his strength. Perhaps someone had decided to show him a bit of sympathy and drug him so that he could have a moment or two to himself. “G’Kar, answer me.” Why else would there be a lovely young Centauri in front of him, petting his face and freeing him from his shackles? “I am sad to tell you that you have been falsely informed.” He said, surprised at how raspy his own voice sounded. Then again, nothing seemed right with him anymore. G’Kar and Ja’Cel were still melting together in his head, and Ja’Cel was either fading or shrinking. “I am not G’Kar. At least not the one they want.” The petting turned into a pinch. “Stop talking nonsense, you fool! Only you would think to play a martyr when someone has come to help you! And why did you reveal yourself in the first place?! I thought that if anyone would understand religious maniacs, it would be you!” A very thick accent. Familiar. He felt like laughing. The Universe enjoyed playing tricks on him, but that could not possibly be happening. “Mollari?” The painted lips were plump and revealed white, sharp teeth when they parted. If he squinted, he could almost see her eyes. Were they as blue as before? “Yes, old friend.” The last shackle was opened and the air caressed the skin that was almost numb, “So I was not that easy to forget, hm?” She started rubbing life into his wrists. Her hands were small, delicate. Not that much of a change, he thought, remembering how flawlessly manicured and soft Londo had kept his hands. They were the hands of a politician, not a worker. “How are your legs? Do you think you can stand?” He staggered to his feet and stood upright like it was the very first time he had managed to do so. “Great Maker.” She muttered, also standing up. “You’re a giant.” There was admiration, but also envy in her voice. Not surprising, he realized when he turned to her. The word short barely began to cover it. Then again, Ja’Cel had been big even for a Narn, and was hardly in any place to judge. “Whatever you say.” He replied, turning fully to her. Their eyes met, and they allowed the broken pieces of the memories they had tried to block finally come together.
He put his hand on her shoulder and let it slide up to her neck. In their final moments, he had crushed an aged emperor’s throat, now he was afraid he would break her just by touching her. But it was too tempting not to. His thumb ended up under her chin which made her manage a bleak smile. She remembered, too. How she would have willingly let him kill her, if only he could bring an end to the eternity of losing her memories to old age, losing her dignity and honor to Durla, and losing her dream of Centauri Prime’s renaissance to the Drakh. Her hand ended up on his arm as they both slowly and awkwardly worked their way into an embrace they had never had the opportunity to have.
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