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[Beeping]

Am I going to die?

If it is written

in the streams
of time, shon...

It will be so.

I'll tell you what is written
in the streams of time--

very soon you will
breathe much easier,

and then you will grow up
to be strong and wise

and bring much honor to
your mother and your father.

Please don't speak
that way.

No one knows what is
written in the stream

until the waters
surround him.

I am never wrong
about these things.

Dr. Franklin.

My husband
would like to

speak
with you candidly.

May he do so?

Of course.

The doctors on our world say
that there's no treatment

for his watery breathing.

They say that the boy's weak
and that he will die.

He's our only son,
Dr. Franklin.

He is the last chance

for our family's honor

to fly on the wings
of history.

You must love him
very much.

On my world, it would be
a sign of weakness

for me to...

Acknowledge feelings
to a stranger,

but he has

brought such joy and
happiness into our lives.

Can you save him?

Shon's condition
is very serious,

but it is treatable.

He has
a congestive blockage

in his upper
air passages.

It's not uncommon
in species

with internal
air bladders like yours.

We've seen this
before.

Usually it happens

as a result
of an infection

or a reaction
to an injury.

It's a normal response.

Usually it
clears up by itself,

but sometimes--

sometimes the mass
hardens or grows.

It's not a sign
of weakness.

Could happen
to anyone.

A simple operation

will easily correct
the condition.

Operation?

Surgery.

You will...

Cut him open?

Well...that's usually
what surgery entails,

yes. There's nothing
to worry about, though.

Get shon. We will
find no help here.

Thank you,
Dr. Franklin.

Sorry to have taken
so much of your time.

Uh, wait. Wait.

Look, it's
a simple procedure.

Afterwards, he'll be
stronger than ever.

You don't understand.

Food animals are cut open.

They don't have a soul,
so it's all right,

but the chosen of god
may not be punctured.

The blockage won't heal
by itself.

If shon doesn't have
this surgery, he'll die...

Very painfully.

And none of us
want that.

That is immaterial.

You must not cut
into the child.

Now...

I know what is written.

Sinclair: It was the dawn
of the third age of mankind,

10 years after
the Earth-Minbari war.

The Babylon project
was a dream given form.

Its goal--
to prevent another war

by creating a place
where humans and aliens

could work out
their differences peacefully.

It's a port of call...

Home away from home

for diplomats,
hustlers, entrepreneurs,

and wanderers.

Humans and aliens

wrapped in 2,500,000 tons
of spinning metal,

all alone in the night.

It can be
a dangerous place.

But it's our last,
best hope for peace.

This is the story

of the last
of the Babylon stations.

The year is 2258.

The name of the place is...

Confirmed, Asimov.

We'll be right there.

Commander, we've just
received a distress signal

from the starliner
Asimov.

They've had a fire in their
Commander control center.

How serious?

Well, it seems to be
taken care of.

However, they've lost

their navigational
computer

and most of their
communication channels.

They were en route here,

but now they're just
flying blind.

Location?

Grid 471 by 18.

That's raider territory.

Exactly.

I recommend we dispatch
a fighter wing

to meet the Asimov,
then escort her back here.

A potential combat
situation requires

the presence of at least
one command officer.

Is Garibaldi available?

I suppose.

What?

[Sighs] Nothing.

I certainly have
plenty of things

to occupy myself here.
Yes, sir, I think

I'll just walk to
and fro for a while...

Maybe over to my
console. After that,

maybe I'll try
pacing fro and to

you know,
for the kick of it.

Oh, and there's
the view, of course.

Granted, it's not
quite the same

as if you were
outside...

To someone who's got
over 100 hours

of combat
flying experience.

If you'd rather...

No, no, no. That's ok.
It's fine.

Don't worry about me.

I'm just gonna sit here
and knit something.

Maybe a nice sweater...

Some socks.

Does the term stir-crazy
ring a bell, Commander?

I have an idea,
Lieutenant Commander.

Why don't you take out
the fighter wing

and escort the Asimov
back to base?

Well, if you
insist, sir.

So you see, removing
the blockage is easy,

and the body's
fluid transfer system

will regain its integrity
almost immediately.

After that, it's
a very simple matter

to reinflate
the internal air sac.

He'll need to rest
for a day or two,

but he's young and strong.
His recovery should be easy.

It's a very simple
procedure.

We understand the
procedure all too well.

That is why
we won't allow it.

The veterinarians
on our own world

perform this surgery
on distressed food animals.

So you're just
gonna let him die?

What kind of a god
do you worship?

We cannot discuss this
any longer. This is useless.

Well, uh,
wait, wait, wait.

Uh, I think there
might be another way.

It will...
It will take longer,

and it will be
far more uncomfortable

and it--
and it will cost more.

The cost is not
the issue, Dr. Franklin,

nor is the discomfort.

We are the children
of time.

We cannot break
our covenant

any more than you could
cease to be the descendant

of egg-sucking mammaloids.

My husband intends
no offense, doctor.

Of course.

I think we can try
something here

that might give shon's
natural defenses

a chance to
break up the blockage.

If--if we use
a combination

of emollients
and--and microbeams

to provide
a physical access

for his own
internal fluids,

we--we might help
the body clear itself.

I'm not promising you

that this procedure
will work as well.

It may not work
at all,

but I don't think you're
gonna find another doctor

who will suggest
anything better, and you

will lose valuable time
if you go looking.

May we discuss this
alone, please?

Of course.

What the hell
are you doing?

I was gonna ask you
the same thing.

You never insult
a patient's beliefs.

You work with them.

You try to understand
their concerns,

you give them a reason
to be on your side.

And you think lying to
them is going to help?

I didn't lie to them.

You know as well as I

that mineral oil
and microbeams

won't dislodge
that mass. It's rooted.

That kid is going
under the knife

or into the freezer.
Those are the only options.

Sometimes you have to
heal the family

before you can
heal the patient.

This isn't some silly
superstition to them.

This is real.

They're not gonna let it go
just because you tell them to.

It's going
to kill their kid!

If we insist on cutting,
they will put that kid

on the first star cruiser
out of here,

and he won't survive
the first jump.

I am trying to find a way
to save him, doctor!

Look, look, these people--
they're terrified,

but they're just not ready
to cut to the chase.

So first, first,
we do a little of this,

and we do a little
of that--

torturing the patient with
remedies that don't work.

Until they're desperate enough
to bite the damn bullet,

and let us do what
we should have done

in the first place.

Now, I don't like it
any more than you, doctor,

but we don't get
a vote, only--

Our son will not survive
another space trip, will he?

No. I don't
think so.

Then we either accept
the fragile hope you offer...

Or we watch our son
die in pain.

It is not much
of a choice, is it?

Standby. Alpha wing
ready to launch.

Roger.

Launch.

We're going into a sector
noted for attacks by raiders.

Suggest minimal chatter
until we contact the Asimov.

We don't want to attract
any attention.

We just want to get in
and get out.

Confirmed,
Alpha leader.

Prepare for jump.

You're gonna have to stay
in bed for a while.

It's gonna be boring,
but the station

has over a thousand educational
and entertainment channels,

and you can watch--

no.

We have seen some
of that material.

Those channels

demonstrate false
belief systems.

We do not want
our child exposed

to inappropriate
information.

He can study the scrolls
if he gets bored.

The scrolls
can be very calming

when the mind
is in turmoil.

In particular, the parable
of the 7th declination

in the scroll of herrel,

where the young herrel

makes his final vow
of commitment

to the honor of his family.

I've always found that to
be a most inspiring lesson.

Got something for you.
Look at that.

Ooh. What is it?

Well, this...

Is a glopitt egg.

Now, the glopitt
is a very rare creature

from the planet...
Uh, planet...

Placebo.

The egg has to be held

just like this...

And petted...

Just...

Like this.

And talked to,
softly...

Just like this.

Since I'm going to be
too busy treating you

to take care of it
for a while,

you're gonna have to
do that for me, ok?

It is all right,
isn't it?

Please?

Monnya?

Dottya?

The glopitt, it...

It isn't a dangerous
creature, is it?

Don't worry.
It's perfectly safe.

Well, then you may speak
to the egg, shon,

but you may not speak
of sacred things to it.

Those are only
for our people.

Yes, dottya.
Thank you.

Just like this.

Glopitt eggs?

Ah, the boy's terrified.
He needs a friend.

So you gave him a piece
of industrial goo?

I gave him something
to believe in.

What?

You don't disapprove
of superstition...

If it's your
superstition.

Now what is that
supposed to mean?

They worship
the great egg.

Your god is medicine,

and you can do no wrong
in his service.

What's the difference?

I produce measurable,
testable results.

What's your point?

Did you see their eyes?
They're terrified.

You didn't
solve anything.

You just postponed it.

I gave them a chance to
think about it, to reconsider.

You are so certain,
aren't you?

All right, look.
Look--look...

If you think you can find
a better way, go ahead.

Research it. Prove me wrong
if it'll make you happy.

You're not gonna
find anything.

And I'll bet a steak dinner
on that, too.

Can't get
steak out here.

Then I'll import one.

One way or another,

I'm gonna save
that boy's life...

Whatever it costs.

Why do you want
to import a steak?

Research.

Who's paying
for it?

Maya Hernandez...

Or me.

I'll let you know
in a couple of days.

Did you see this one?
The Shakespeare corporation

wants to trans-ship
a load of fingle eggs.

They gotta be kiddin'.

No way.

In my opinion the
presence of fingle eggs

aboard this installation

might present
a serious hazard.

Thanks. I owe you.

Import another steak.

I don't owe you
that much.

What's happened with
the respiratory case?

Anything new?

Boy's gonna die.

Parents won't
let me operate.

What do I do?

You know,
the authority of Babylon 5

doesn't cover
every contingency.

In circumstances like this,
we're in a legal limbo.

You could order me

to take whatever steps
I felt necessary

to save that boy's life,
including surgery.

If I do that,
it establishes a precedent.

You've already
done that

when you told
my predecessor

to save the life
of Ambassador Kosh.

Yes, I was briefed.

He's right.
You've already established

that the safety
of an individual life

outweighs the legal concerns
of his or her race.

On the other hand,
if you get involved in this,

you give up all pretense
at neutrality.

It'll damage the authority
of this station.

What if I made
an official request?

I'm asking you to find
another way to resolve this.

You don't care
if that boy dies?

That's not the issue.

If it were, we wouldn't
be having this conversation.

But it's not
the only issue.

But this isn't going
to go away.

Neither will I.

This was the Asimov's
last known position.

Scanners at maximum.

Maintain radio silence
until contacted.

[Breathing
with difficulty]

You're doing fine.

No.

[Labored breath]

I'm afraid m-maybe
this glopitt egg

will have to hatch
without me.

Oh, no, no, no.

You see?
It's still glowing.

That means you're
doing a good job.

You just keep holding it
just like that.

Ok?

Your treatment
isn't working.

He's getting weaker.

If we had
taken him away,

we might've gotten him
to thalitene.

He never would have
survived the trip.

He was already
too weak.

Because we trusted you,
our son will die.

No.

He will die because

you won't trust me.

Now you brought him
here

because you wanted
me to save him.

Well, let me
save him, please!

He needs
that surgery...

Or he will
choke to death

on his own fluids.

There are more
important things in life

than the next breath.

Without his spirit,
he wouldn't be alive anyway.

Look, he is
your son, damn it.

Do yourself
a favor.

No, do him a favor.

Stop deluding
yourselves.

All right. No more
superstition.

We have a safety-
of-the-patient

precedent here
on the station.

You leave me
no choice

but to ask
Commander Sinclair

to suspend your
parental authority.

What does that mean?

That means I'll do

whatever I feel
necessary

to save your son's
life.

I'll put aside
your objections,

and I will perform
that surgery

without
your permission.

No! You can't do that.
You mustn't do that.

Please, Dr. Franklin.

I'm sorry.
I have to do

what I feel
is best for shon.

Then so do we.

Ivanova:
There she is.

This is Babylon
escort wing Alpha

to starliner Asimov.

Please fall into
formation behind us.

We'll escort you
to the station.

Confirmed, Alpha wing.
Thanks for the save.

No problem.

I wish you had
an Ambassador here.

It would simplify
my problem immensely.

I would ask her
for guidance.

She would tell you
the same thing.

Please don't let
Dr. Franklin operate.

Since you have
no representative,

that means that I have
to be your advocate.

And that means
that I have to consider

the safety of the child

as well as the rights
of the parents.

He is not
your responsibility.

Unfortunately,
he is now.

Dr. Franklin has made
an official request,

and I have to
rule on it.

Thank you for explaining
your side of it.

I'll make my decision
within 24 hours.

You will rule
against us, won't you?

You will give our child
to Dr. Franklin.

Earth people always
stick together.

I'm sorry
you feel that way.

No. Feel sorry
for your doctor.

If he harms
my child,

if he touches shon,

I will kill him.

And that is why we are
asking for Narn protection.

We have no Ambassador
of our own

to represent
our interests.

If we don't get someone
with strength

to intercede
on our behalf,

Commander Sinclair
will take our son away

and let the doctor
violate his spirit.

I'd never even heard
of your world

until two days ago

when my research staff
acknowledged your arrival.

Interesting little place,

but it really has nothing
to offer the Narn regime.

You see, alliances are built
on mutual advantage.

We're not asking you
to negotiate a treaty.

We're asking you
to help save our child.

But you're asking me to exercise
my authority on your behalf.

What were you thinking
when you petitioned us?

We thought your dislike

of the Earthers
would be enough.

Enough for us,
not for you.

We do not casually
entangle ourselves

in the affairs
of other species.

Please.
He's our son.

Have you
no sympathy?

I sympathize entirely,
my dear.

[Sighs] This is a difficult
and distressing situation.

Could you help us?

Well, I would have
to go to the council

and request
injunctive relief.

The council could have
Commander Sinclair's decision

set aside once
he makes it, but...

I would have to get
approval from my world,

and I'm certain they would
want me to justify the cost.

Yes.
The cost?

The research,
the committee hearings--

all the necessary
paperwork involved.

Unfortunately,
we are on a budget here.

We cannot justify such
expenses for non-Centauri.

Excuse me?

Just how much justice
can you afford?

The volons
are very powerful.

If you filed a protest,

Commander Sinclair would have
to forbid Dr. Franklin

to operate on our son.

Will you consider
one thing, please?

If it were your child
or even you yourself,

how would you feel
if the doctor of Babylon 5

wanted to perform an unwelcome
procedure on you?

The avalanche
has already started.

It is too late
for the pebbles to vote.

I understand
your frustration.

It must be difficult for you
to feel so powerless.

You cannot imagine.

We cannot sleep,
we cannot eat.

We can no longer
focus our thoughts

for our daily
meditations.

We are consumed
by this,

and no one listens.

No one hears.

I cannot tell you how much
all this troubles me.

Then you will help us?

We Minbari...

Have our own relationship

with the larger domains
of the universe.

Matters of the soul
are very private...

Very personal to us.

We have suffered
the interference of others

in this area
and are thus, ourselves,

forbidden to intervene
in matters such as this.

You are refusing
because of your beliefs?

We thought the Minbari

were the most
intelligent of all races.

We are only trying
to save our child.

That is also what Dr. Franklin
believes he's doing.

Whose belief is correct?

And how do we prove it?

No.

On this issue,

the Minbari
cannot take sides.

Man: Alpha 1 picking up
long-range scan.

Signature looks like
a raider ship.

Has it seen us yet?

Don't think so.

All right, continue
to run silent.

With a civilian
ship around,

we don't want
a conflict

if we can avoid it.

Speed to maximum.

You'll need a hell
of a lot more firepower

to take that out,

though I'm fairly
certain

the blue stuff
is dead.

How you doing, Jeff?

Lousy.

Still thinking
about that kid?

Dr. Franklin wants me
to intervene,

his folks want
the Ambassadors

to do something,

and none of them
want to get involved.

And why should they?
Why help yourself

to a barrelful of blame
if you can avoid it?

Even Earth Central

has passed the buck
back to me.

You spoke to senator gant?

Only for an advisory.
I'm not calling central

every time I have
a decision to make.

And?

He declined
even to advise.

Said it's
my responsibility.

It may be your responsibility,
but it isn't your fault.

This is a tough situation
for everyone.

That doesn't make me
feel any better.

Nothing will.
It's a child's life.

But letting it eat at you

won't help you, him,
or his parents.

I just wish I could
be more sure.

Sure is for people
with nothing on the line.

You and me,
we just get on with it.

Now I know
how pontius pilate

must have felt.

Hello, shon.

I'm Commander Sinclair.

Welcome to Babylon 5.

What do you think
of our station?

I haven't seen
much of it...

Only the medlab.

What's this?

I-it's a glopitt egg.

Dr. Franklin
gave it to me.

A glopitt egg?

A-actually,
it's only a piece of...

[Wheezes]

Industrial goo.

But please don't tell
Dr. Franklin I said so.

He still believes
it's an egg.

Ah.

Shon, I have to ask you
a very difficult question.

I know you've been
thinking about it.

Do I want to live?

Yes.

Very much.

But I don't want
the operation.

I don't want
to lose my spirit.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

I had
an operation once--

a very serious
operation--

but I'm fine now.

But you are not
one of the chosen.

You are not
born of the egg.

No, I'm not.

Tell me about it.

Smart kid.

Are you going to
sign the order?

You believe you're doing
the right thing, don't you?

Yeah.

So do the parents.

Who should I believe--

you because we share
the same beliefs...

Or do we?

Commander, those parents are
willing to see their son die

because of their religion.

Now, you can't expect me
to sit here and do nothing.

May god save us
from false religion.

What makes
a religion false?

If any religion
is right,

then maybe they all
have to be right.

Maybe god doesn't care
how you say your prayers

just as long
as you say them.

What if there's
no god at all?

Is that what you
believe?

I believe in saving lives.

Without life,
the question is meaningless.

But life has to be more
than just a pulse beat.

What we hold sacred
gives our lives meaning.

What are we taking away
from this child?

That's a question
we can worry about

after the operation.

Are you absolutely
certain

this is the only way
to save the boy?

Yes.

That only makes
the decision harder.

I have to refuse
to sign the order.

I can't allow you

to perform
the operation.

What?

I don't believe this.

I thought
I could depend on you.

How can you deny me
permission to operate?

If it were just me,
I would've signed the order

in the first place.

But if the Commander
of Babylon 5

starts overruling
individual beliefs

just because they violate
his own beliefs,

we'll be setting
a dangerous precedent--

it establishes that
the concerns of other races

will be set aside whenever
it's convenient for Earth.

That's not what you said

when Ambassador Kosh
was on the table.

Operating on Kosh

was the camel's nose
in the tent.

Operating on shon will be
the rest of the camel.

I have to stop it
somewhere.

I have to honor
the beliefs of the parents.

Otherwise Babylon 5's
charter will be compromised.

And the station's ability
to function

as an independent
meeting place

for all the different
races in the galaxy

will be destroyed.

You're just gonna
let him die.

For god's sake, doctor,

do you think
I want to do this?

I have no more choice here
than anybody else.

I have to be the advocate
for the parents

because no one else will.

[Beep beep]

Franklin.

Shon's life signs
are dropping.

Call the parents.

When the egg hatched,
you first crept out,

you were such
a tiny morsel of life.

I could hold you
in my cradled hands.

I was so proud of you
then--

as proud as I was
of the day

that you were born.

Today I'm
even prouder...

Because you are
meeting your destiny

like the true child
of the egg.

We love you so much.

I promise you...

We will sing...

Many songs for you,

so that your journey
will be fast and peaceful.

And when you get
to the other side, my son,

you must sing for us.

You must be
our beacon home.

He needs his rest.

Shon, um...

I, um...

I--i wish, uh...

I--

we--

dottya...

I am glad you didn't
get your way.

I'm grateful

for the Commander's
wisdom.

This is better.

Sorry I can't agree
with you.

The child deserves
a chance at life.

Yes...

But without a spirit,
it isn't life at all.

You know that.

I'll call you

if there's any change
in his condition.

I think
you should go now.

You're going to do it
anyway, aren't you?

They have their beliefs,
and I have mine.

I took an oath.

So did you.

If I stand by
and do nothing, i--

Sinclair will have you
thrown off the station.

I'm already packed.

That boy is going
to die in an hour

if I don't operate.

And no one--not you,
not Commander Sinclair,

not those poor,
deluded parents

is going to stop me.

So?

You'll need an assist.

Man: Alpha leader,
raider ship detected

at coordinates
400 by 20 by 15.

Just one ship, so
it's probably a scout.

We got one hour before
we hit the jumpgate.

Jam all channels.

We can't let it
contact the rest.

Jamming.

Raider is breaking off,
Alpha leader.

What are your instructions?

Probably breaking off

to get outside
jamming range,

bring in reinforcements.

Stay with the Asimov

and escort it
back to base.

I'll take out
the raider.

Negative.
Violation of orders.

To hell with orders.
If that ship brings back

a dozen raiders,
we'll all be dead.

Get going.
I'll catch up.

Pressure?

We're equalized
to his internal bladder.

He won't have
any trouble.

All right.

There might be a slight
escape of air or moisture

when we make
this incision.

Here we go.

You can't help
but wonder, can you?

You didn't find anything
in your researches, did you?

Oh, Lord,
preserve this child.

Say again?

Nothing. It was a prayer
for his spirit.

My prayers have to be just
as good as theirs, right?

Besides,
what could it hurt?

There she is.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Yes!

Good.

Good.

Not good.

So, shon,
how do you feel?

Here, here.
There you go.

That's it.

Better.

I can breathe again.

But I don't feel
different inside.

Well, see?
I told you.

I want my mother
and my father.

Well,
they're on their way.

Shon...

Your spirit doesn't live
inside your skin.

It's not something
that can escape.

You still have
your spirit.

You can see that now,
don't you?

Your parents
will see that, too.

You asked for us,
doctor?

Dottya! Monnya!

In the name of the egg,
you did it.

You did it anyway.

It's me! I don't feel
any different!

Listen, I'll sing songs
for you!

Monnya! Dottya!

Away with you, demon!
Away!

Please!

[Speaking alien language]

Please! Monnya! Dottya!

What sort of unholiness
spawned you?

No!

What have you done?
What have you done?

Don't leave me!

It's all right, shon.

Don't leave.

Shon,
it's all right.

Come here.
It's all right.

It's ok.

Shh. It's ok.

In the name of the egg

and the nest
in which it resides...

[Speaking
alien language]

Shh...

It's ok.

It's ok, shon.

Sinclair: I gave you
a direct order, doctor.

You disobeyed it.

I should ask
for your resignation

right here, right now.

You want it? It's yours.

Don't tempt me,
doctor.

Who asked you
to play god?

Every damn patient who comes
through that door, that's who.

People come to doctors

because they want us
to be gods!

They want us to make it better,
or make it not so.

They want to be healed.
And they come to me

when their prayers
aren't enough.

Well, if I have to take
the responsibility,

then I claim
the authority, too.

I did good.
And we both know it,

and no one is
going to take that away.

[Telescreen beeps]

Yes?

Sorry to bother you,
Commander.

I'm looking
for Dr. Franklin.

What is it?

I think
you should come

to medlab.

I think you both
should come.

Out.

My husband has asked me
to tell you

he knows that what you did
you did out of compassion.

You meant no harm.

And if it were in his power
to forgive you, he would.

I am not allowed
to forgive either,

but if I could, I would.

My husband
has brought the lamuda.

The traveling robe
for great journeys.

We will take
the boy now.

He needs to rest.

He will.

I'm waiting.

For an apology.

You better check

the temperature
in hell first.

Good-bye,
Dr. Franklin.

Vital signs stabilizing.

All indications point
to a speedy recovery.

End report.

I owe you
a steak dinner.

Why?

You won the bet,
remember?

Oh, yeah.

You dared me
to prove you wrong.

I finished the research
on their people

as we discussed.

It's all here--

the great egg,
the great journey,

the great song.

Hmm. There's a lamuda.
Traveling robe.

Oh, my god.

Move! Move!

Oh, my god!

You did it!

You did it.

Do not grieve.

This was not our son.

This was only a shell.

There was nothing to do

but end the pain
of the shell.

You can have
my resignation.

I've decided
not to ask for it...

This time.

You should never have
asked me for a ruling.

Then you wouldn't
have had to disobey it.

I'll know better...
Next time.

Would the child have died
if you hadn't operated?

Sometimes
doing the right thing

doesn't change anything.

It can drive you crazy.

It's all words.

Just words.

All right, I was arrogant.

Thought I knew
what I was doing.

Maybe we'd all be better off
if there was no god.

If god
had never been invented.

Then we wouldn't
have to be anything.

We wouldn't have to care.

There is no way
you could have known

what they would do.

If you're trying to tell me

it's not my fault,
save your breath.

I'm trying to tell you

that what makes us human
is that we care.

And because we care...

We never stop trying.

No.

What makes us human

is that we have
so many different ways

to hurt.

Are you ok?

Fine.

Passengers from space line
Asimov

now arriving
customs debarking area 10.

There you are.

What happened out there?

Nothing.
Nothing?

I just got back
the repair order

on your fighter.

It'll be in the shop
for a week minimum.

And on top of that
I hear you broke regs

about leaving formation

and engaging in combat
without backup.

It was
an educated risk.

There he is.

Sometimes it works out.

And sometimes
it doesn't.

It's a long story.

Come on.
I'll fill you in.

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