To Mollari, upon his return

[citizengkar]

Londo's quarters are obnoxious. I hate them. His portrait stares down at me, those regal, steely eyes, no depth, no dimension, just floating and judging from his heavy gilded frame. I despise the portrait

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[vir_cotto_tm]

After years, one becomes accustomed to certain routines- to traveling certain paths. As so it is that a restless Vir- after sending messages to security, Anna Sheridan and Legate Damar and getting dressed for the coming day- finds himself standing before the entryway to Londo's quarters. His feet have carried him here by unconscious habit alone.

"Quarters Sealed by Order of Babylon 5 Security." Vir swallows hard and touches the placard lightly with his fingers. Then his hand wanders over the access control. Unexpectedly, the door swishes open and Vir jumps in surprise.

Stepping tentatively into the room, he calls out:

Hello? Is someone here?

[citizengkar]

G'Kar is still sitting at Londo's desk, alone in the dark. He's lit a candle, one he obviously brought from his own quarters as Vir doesn't recognize it as Londo's, or even Centauri. G'Kar is holding a pen as if he's writing, but mostly he's just staring out into space.

Yes, Vir, come in.

[vir_cotto_tm]

G'Kar?

Taking a deep breath, Vir walks further into the room, working his hands vaguely. Gently, he asks:

H-how long have you been in here?

For a long moment, there is no response. Sitting down on the couch, Vir picks up a velvet pillow and begins to fiddle nervously with the tassel. His eyes are still adjusting to the candle light, and he's having difficulty reading G'Kar's expression accurately. As is his habit in these situations, Vir looks down at his fidgeting hands and tries to fill the uncomfortable silence with talk.

You know, Mr. Garibaldi and Mr. Allen were asking about you yesterday. They're worried about you.

Vir looks up, his eyes filled with a solemnity and earnestness that makes him look young and old simultaneously.

I-I-I think we all are.

[citizengkar]

I have been here for as long as I have been here, Vir. G'Kar sighs. I have always been here. I have just arrived.

And I do not plan to leave until Mollari's return.

G'Kar sighs again, heavier, an exhausted sound.

Sit, Vir. We'll talk, the way people do in this situation. I assume by now you have heard the message Mollari left for me -- I'm in no position to complain about its publicity, either, so don't look at me as if you're embarrassed for what you've heard. Just tell me what you make of all this. You must have an opinion.