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He's driving me crazy. It might even end up not being just a figure of speech either.
The thing is, I do like him. Which probably means I'm already halfway there.
I do not, however, like the people he surrounds himself with.
Lord Kiro was the first. Great Maker, was I happy to see him go. Which isn't to say I was wishing for the end he met. That's not what I … Anyway, I should have known he wasn't going to be the last.
Lord Refa. Don't even get me started. He's trouble. It doesn't take a genius to see that. Which is kind of obvious as I'm seeing it. But Londo isn't.
And then there's Mister Morden. The way he keeps talking and smiling and referring to his 'associates' and 'favors' makes Lord Refa seem downright pleasant.
I've been trying to warn him. More than once.
Just today, he asked me whether I believed in fate and I told him everything about the eddies and tides. I did it far less eloquently than my Grannie used to, but still. He was so distracted he completely forgot to interrupt me. I even got to explain the crucial part, about the currents that look like they're gonna make us stronger being the ones that'll destroy us and vice versa. I actually managed to tell him all of that. But, of course, he also was too distracted to actually hear a single word.
It was worth a shot.
I guess it's just a further sign of my impending insanity to believe for even just a second that I might have the slightest chance of reaching him when people like Ambassador Delenn and Commander Sinclair have tried and failed.
Hell, his own dreams are screaming a big fat warning at him and all he sees is encouragement.
I know it's hopeless. But that doesn't mean I'll stop trying.
I tell myself I'm doing it for the greater good, but honestly? Even if I succeeded, people like Morden and Refa would still be around. They would simply find someone else and it wouldn't be any less of a mess.
But, really, I do like him.