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But now it was all in ashes. He had survived, yes, but why him? Michael was dead, the Captain would never move below his neck again. Bester had betrayed them all. Susan was…. here….
What right have I got to think of a future, when there are so many people who don't have one any longer?
But that was it, surely? There were so many who had lost their futures, and he hadn't. He had to recognise his good fortune, had to live for the moment of life he had gained by surviving the battle. He had to….
"Yes?" came the voice through the comm. "Who is it?" She did not sound well. He supposed he couldn't blame her.
"It's me, Mary," he replied. "It's David."
"Oh," she said softly. "Come in."
The door opened and he entered, patting at his pocket to be sure the small box was still there. It was. It seemed so heavy.
Mary was seated on the couch, a book lying open at her feet. She rose as he entered, and he could see just how dreadful she looked. Her eyes were heavy, her face gaunt and haggard. She was still in her nightdress, which was rumpled and dirty.
"Haven't seen you in…. a while," she said, coughing. "Do you want a drink? I've some Narn wine here somewhere…."
"No, thank you," he replied. "Ah…. you…. are you all right?"
"I'm fine," she replied, flatly. "I haven't been…. sleeping very well recently. Not for the last few days in fact. The beds here are a little…. hard. Not very comfortable."
"Drazi design probably," he said, apologising lamely.
"Yes. That's it. Anyway, I thought I'd do a little reading. I…. What time is it anyway?"
"Coming up to midday, Kazomi Seven time. I…. couldn't say what time it is EST."
She nodded. "I haven't quite adapted to…. the time here. It's…. Why did you send me away?"
He stopped as if poleaxed. "Wh…. what?"
"From Babylon Four. You sent me away."
"We…. we sent all civilians away, Mary. The place was…. at risk. We had to get you all out of there."
"A civilian. Is that what I am? David, you didn't come to see me. You didn't come to check if I was all right. You didn't…."
"I was busy!" he replied. "I was…. I was afraid. I…. heard things about what had happened on the planet. I was worried about you! I wanted to get you to safety as quickly as possible!"
"I can look after myself, and I don't need you protecting me." She paused. "I'm the one who had to talk to Lia
"Lia
"How do you think she would have taken it? We didn't get to speak long. Something's…. up at Sanctuary. But…. I knew what she was thinking. He ran away from her. She loved him too much to see that, but I could see it. And so could you, and you did nothing!"
"I…. what? Mary, what are you saying?"
"They were having problems. Difficulties with Frank, disagreements over Bester. Lia
"I had no idea," David whispered softly. "Mary, I…. I swear to you…. I had no idea." He moved forward, but she pulled away from him.
"I'm just so…. so angry…. at him, at you, at Bester, at…. at everything! At everyone! At this whole pathetic little war of yours! It isn't some game. It's not heroic, or glorious, or…. or…. People are dying, and people are being left behind to mourn…. and I just…." She took a deep breath.
"I'm leaving, David. I'm leaving this place. I hate it. The sky's wrong, the time's wrong, the air doesn't smell the same…. I'm going back to Sanctuary to pick up Lia
She paused and looked at him intently, folding her arms. "You could come with us. I…. I want you to."
"Mary, I…." He took a deep breath, and kept feeling the box in his pocket. "I…. I came here to ask you to marry me."
She smiled, and then shook her head sadly. "I was wondering when…. No, it doesn't matter. I'd love to, but not here. Give all this up, David. Give up this war, give up fighting this hopeless cause. You can't win. There's always another enemy. Give it up…. and come with me. I do want to marry you, but I won't sit at home like Lia
"I…. Michael…. his death was…. It wasn't…."
"It doesn't matter, David. He's dead, and how or why won't help at all. You…. know what I want."
He picked the box from his pocket, and looked at the ring inside. He had bought it in the market here on Kazomi 7. It was a Brakiri design, and he had had it altered a little so that it would fit a human finger. It was…. beautiful.
"I love you, Mary," he said pathetically. "I love you…. but…."
She sighed, and looked down. "That's what I thought. Go away, David…. please. I…. I can't sit and wait by the news reports every night like this. Go away."
"I…." He closed the box and gently laid it down on the table. He made to take a step towards her, but then sighed and turned away.
He left the room without looking back. Only then did he start to cry.
Time passed, neither slowly, nor quickly. It simply was. For Dele
The state of affairs on Kazomi 7 was not especially good, but neither was it especially bad. Much of her time was taken up in helping with the reorganisation of G'Kar's Rangers. The loss of Epsilon 3 and Babylon 4 had hit them hard, but G'Kar had been ca
A few weeks after the battle word came in from Centauri Prime, news which was most welcome. Londo had become Emperor. He was dealing with the wreckage of his bloody ascension, and would appoint an Ambassador to Kazomi 7 as soon as he could. He specifically requested no outside assistance. The presence of aliens on the planet now might well make matters far worse.
There was no word from Alfred Bester. None at all.
John's condition did not improve, and the initial prognosis had proven distressingly accurate. His spine was irretrievably broken, and he would never move below the neck again. He could not even breathe without artificial help. How he had remained alive until he had been found, nobody knew. Dele