what Talia found.
*THE FOLLOWING LETTER IS BROADCAST ON ALL PUBLIC BABCOM CHANNELS, ALL FREQUENCIES.*

My dear Narn people --

I have wronged you.

It seems that I have not been entirely myself, these past many months, and I have made choices that were not within my right to make. And so I turn to you, my people, and ask that you do with me as you will.

"I'm not at all sure about this, G'Kar," said Talia, her fingertips inches from G'Kar's temple. "I'm not seeing anything in your accesible subconscious, and if I probe any further I could damage you."

G'Kar shook his head. "Perform the scan, Ms. Winters." He closed his eyes, one red, one a gruesome blue, and felt a decided shudder as sense memory recreated the feeling of Londo's fingers on his palm. "I am not afraid."

Talia resumed the scan and a thousand wild currents whirled deep in G'Kar's brain.

When I requested asylum on Babylon 5, I did so that I might continue to serve Homeworld and the future of our people. If such a time has come that I can no longer serve you, I no longer have the right to this safe haven. I should be tried as a war criminal and returned to Narn to pay for my neglect.

"G'Kar," Talia asked, strained. "Have you been scanned by any Minbari telepaths in the last year or so?"

The pain was intense and steady. "Not to my recollection. No."

"I don't get it," Talia said. "These are Minbari blocks; we study these in the Corps. A Minbari telepath isn't anywhere near as strong as a psi cop, of course, but -- G'Kar, I think I found something."

"Well, don't keep it to yourself," G'Kar growled.

"I need to break this block. It's...probably going to hurt. Quite a bit."

G'Kar breathed through his nose. "It already hurts quite a bit. I shall endure it."

Talia pushed on.

I have allowed myself to surrender to the control of our enemy and the weaknesses of my own flesh. What I was thinking when I began my sexual encounter with Ambassador Mollari I cannot begin to imagine, except to say that any actions I took following my arrival on Tu'Pari's asteroid, any decisions I made may not have been my own.

G'Kar opened his eyes to see Talia sitting back, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs.

"Did you...see...what I saw, then?" G'Kar asked. "Tu'Pari, the Rangers..."

"You were definitely tampered with," Talia said. "Crude implementation, but effective. It seems Tu'Pari wanted you to join the Rangers as their agent so that they could then extract the information from you with no one the wiser."

"But what about --" G'Kar's voice rose, fury burning in his cheeks. "Mollari! This, all this, with Mollari, that must have come as a result of this tampering, these choices --"

Talia shrugged. "It's possible, G'Kar. The embedded personality Tu'Pari programmed was designed to work with your own personality, so that no one would suspect anything was wrong. It's impossible to say which choices were part of their design and which choices you would have made anyway."

"I joined the Anla'shok!" G'Kar slammed a fist on the table. "I wanted to help the Rangers, to help Delenn and Sinclair and our own dear Captain Sheridan's army of light -- and you tell me all along I was simply serving Tu'Pari? If that's true -- if I cannot even elect to fight for what I believe in, if even THAT is corrupted somehow, there is no other answer about Mollari. I would not have -- Talia --"

"G'Kar, try to calm down. Now that we've isolated the psionic pattern of the embedded personality I can disable it, and with some meditation you'll be able to --"

"I believed I was in LOVE with Ambassador LONDO MOLLARI, Ms. Winters!" G'Kar roared. "I want this embedded personality removed RIGHT NOW."

I have enclosed with this letter a copy of the results of my most recent telepathic scan, as performed and certified by Talia Winters of the Psi Corps. There you will see that my actions of this past half year were the result of telepathic interference. The perpetrator of this vicious offense was the renegade assassin Tu'Pari, who elicited the help of Minbari telepaths to program me as a spy in their fight against the Rangers.

Though I killed Tu'Pari and destroyed his rebellion shortly after the new personality came to life, I have continued, unwittingly, to carry out their mission.

For reasons I have not yet deduced, part of their mission relied upon me entering into an intimate relationship with Londo Mollari. Perhaps because he is to be Emperor and they hoped I would have his ear. Perhaps because the Rangers have some plan for the Centauri as well. But the most likely reason is also the most upsetting -- I believe Tu'Pari wished to discredit me among the Narn people -- among you, my friends. He knew of my acquaintance with Mollari and he chose to capitalize on that as a way to drive a wedge between me and the other Narns on Babylon 5 and elsewhere who looked up to and respected me.

I shall not begrudge you if you have lost that respect for me now. I have, to a great degree, myself. I allowed Na'Toth to die in a distant war because I was not paying attention. I neglected her, as I neglected all of you, for that reprehensible creature Mollari.

And if you hear just one thing from this letter, let it be this: I shall not neglect you again, my friends. I hope very much that you do not turn your back on me and that you allow me to atone for my sins. And Na'Toth, wherever you are, I hope very much that you forgive me as well.

Yours in the name of G'Quon,
G'Kar, Citizen of the Narn

G'Kar sat for a long time at his desk after Talia left. He had been used. Manipulated. He had been weak. He had been foolish beyond belief. He opened his eyes and muttered a curse and tried to steady his breathing, but all he could hear was Mollari's voice saying "You are absolutely positively the most annoying creature on earth, and I love you too" and all he could feel was Mollari's fingers, tracing circles on his palm.

He set his jaw. "It is not real," he said, and turned to his computer to write a letter. "My dear Narn people -" he began.