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He knew to expect a call from Babylon 5. So when it came, Entil'Zha Jeffrey Sinclair immediately dropped what he had been doing. Greeting Delenn with just a warm smile, he waited for her words. Only because he had come to know her so well did he notice the slightest moment of hesitation before she spoke.
"I believe that I have given up peace on Minbar."
Breaking the Council had been necessary as well as prophesied, but he shared her fears regarding the consequences. The first rumblings could already be felt, he had not even needed to hear about them from the Anla'Shok. Something of great value indeed. He accepted it with a small nod.
Again Delenn hesitated before speaking, only this time any random observer would have been able to tell.
"I was personally responsible for starting the war against your people."
He could actually feel his heart skip a beat upon hearing those words. Grateful for his Jesuit education, he closed his eyes for several moments enabling him to draw upon a simple breathing technique that had helped him keep a calm head many times before. Opening his eyes again he met her gaze.
It was often said that the eyes were the mirror of the soul. He had known and appreciated the truth of that sentence for a long time. With Delenn, however, he had learned they were not mere mirrors but magnifying glasses. And right now, even though the rest of her face was unreadable, they were full of pain, shame and fear.
There was so much he wanted to know, so many questions he needed answers to, but this was neither the time nor the place. The ceremonial rules prohibited him from giving any kind of spoken reply, so he settled for reaching out and placing his right hand at the point where her heart would have been if they had actually been in the same room instead of light years apart. Delenn returned the familiar gesture, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Thank you, old friend," she said before ending the call.