Koshin kommentit (äänenä Ardwight Chamberlain) saattavat äkkiä ajateltuna kuulostaa lähinnä pilviveikon hourailuilta, mutta niissä on aina mukana paljon enemmän kuin aluksi voisi luulla. Sanamuoto on aina tarkkaan pohdittu, minkä takia niitä käännettäessä on aina vaarana menettää osa alkuperäisestä merkityksestä.
Linkit osoittavat WAV-äänitiedostoon, jossa on kyseinen
lainaus.
001 - Midnight on the Firing Line
007 - The War Prayer
009 - Deathwalker
010 - Believers
013 - Signs and Portents
015 - Grail
022 - Chrysalis
031 - The Coming of Shadows
033 - All Alone in the Night
035 - Hunter, Prey
036 - There All the Honor Lies
038 - In the Shadow of Z'ha'dum
045 - Matters of Honor
048 - Passing Through Gethsemane
059 - Interludes and Examinations [28.12.]
Kosh: Greetings Commander.
Sinclair: You weren't at the council room earlier. I
wanted to make sure that you knew about the emergency session.
Kosh: Yes.
Sinclair: We may need your help to push through sanctions,
does your government have a position on the current situation?
Kosh: ...
Sinclair: Will you attend the emergency meeting.
Kosh: Yes.
Kosh: They are alone. They are a dying people; we should
let them pass.
Sinclair: Who, the Narn or the Centauri?
Kosh: Yes.
Sinclair: Ambassador Kosh, I hadn't heard from you so I
thought I'd make sure that you'd been informed. There have been
several recent attacks on non-humanoids. We are conducting a
through investigation and hope to have it wrapped up soon.
Kosh: Good.
Sinclair: Meanwhile it might be helpful if you spoke with
the other ambassadors.
Kosh: We take no interest in the affairs of others.
Sinclair: Well I hope you'll reconsider. If you could give
us a hand, we...
Kosh: Yes?
Sinclair: Nothing. We'll respect your wishes... That's
quite a viewer. I've never seen anything like it before. What is
it?
Kosh: Efficient.
Sinclair: Those are images from my world. If I may ask,
what are you...
Kosh: I am studying.
Sinclair: Studying what?
Kosh: ...
Sinclair: Ambassador?
Kosh: ...
Talia: Ambassador Kosh, is there something I can do for
you?
Kosh: I wish
to engage your services.
Talia: For What?
Kosh: Business.
Talia: What sort of business?
Kosh: Important.
Talia: Ambassador I'd be happy to assist you, but there
are certain details that I must know before taking any commission
not to mention getting clearance from...
Kosh: All
arranged. As is payment. We will meet in Red-3 at the hour of
scampering.
Talia: Ambassador Kosh, all of the clearances seem to
be in order and the pay is very generous, however there is
something I still don't understand.
Kosh: Understanding
is a three-edged sword.
Kosh: Please scan Abbut, report to me his thoughts at
present.
Talia: He has no thoughts, at all. It is as if his mind
were empty.
Kosh: Excellent, we may now commence our business. Abbut.
Abbut: Crab Nebula...
Kosh: Then the willows must scuttle carefully.
Abbut: Does Saturn have rings?
Kosh: The talks are over for the day, we shall commence
again tomorrow at the hour of longing.
Abbut: Suits Me!
Talia: Ambassador, Ambassador Kosh!
Kosh: There
is a question?
Talia: Yes! I've been scanning Mr. Abbut all day and his
mind is still just as empty as when we started. And these phrases
that you keep speaking in. They don't make any sense.
Kosh: Ah, you
seek meaning?
Talia: Yes.
Kosh: Then
listen to the music, not the song.
Talia: Ambassador, I've thought it over and I don't
believe that I can continue with this assignment.
Kosh: Your
belief does not enter into it. We
have a contract.
Talia: I know that, but you don't really need a telepath.
Kosh: What is
need compared to the path?
Abbut: A herring is just a herring, but a good cigar is
a cuban.
Kosh: A stroke
of the brush does not guarantee art from the bristles. Do you
understand, Ms Winters?
Abbut: You were swell, maybe we can have that Jovian
Sunspot sometime. Kosh old boy, a pleasure as always. Let's do
lunch soon.
Talia: What was he, and what was on that data crystal he
gave you?
Kosh: Reflection.
Surprise. Terror. For the future.
Sinclair: Why?
Kosh: You
are not ready for immortality.
Tharg: The Vorlons are very powerful. If you filed a
protest, Commander Sinclair would have to forbid Dr. Franklin
from operating on our son.
M'ola: 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?
Kosh: The
avalanche has already started. It is too late for the pebbles to
vote.
Kosh: Leave this place. They are not for you. Go. Leave. Now.
Sinclair: We've confiscated the fake encounter suit.
It's a pretty close match to your own, at least from the outside.
Kosh: Why?
Sinclair: Deuce wanted to make people think he had the
Vorlons working for him. He figured it would add to his image and
intimidate people.
Kosh: Why?
Sinclair: Well, after all, no one knows exactly what you
look like. That makes some people... A little nervous.
Kosh: Good.
Kosh: And
so it begins... You
have forgotten something.
Sinclair: Delenn!
Emperor Turhan: How will
this end?
Kosh: In fire.
Sheridan: Why are you here?
Kosh: We
were never away. For the first time your mind is quiet enough to
hear me.
Sheridan: Why am I here?
Kosh: You
have always been here.
Sheridan: Afternoon Ambassador Kosh. I just thought I'd
make sure you knew about the conference tomorrow, to discuss the
Narn refugee problem... I found myself near Bay 13 earlier. Got a
look at your ship, it's an amazing piece of work. It made me
realize just how much we still don't know about you, your
culture, your people. And I was thinking, maybe we should spend
some time together soon, build some bridges, work toward a
greater understanding of one another.
Kosh: Why?
Sheridan: You tell me. You're the one who popped in my
dream when I was in that alien ship a few weeks ago... It felt
like... I don't know, like you called to me.
Kosh: I sought understanding. I listen to the song. Your
thoughts became a song.
Sheridan: Has this ever happened before?
Kosh: Once.
Sheridan: You wanted to see me?
Kosh: You wanted to see me.
Sheridan: Well, I guess everybody does. To see what you
really are, inside that encounter suit.
Kosh: They
are not ready. They would not understand.
Sheridan: Am I ready?
Kosh: No. You
do not even understand yourself.
Sheridan: Could you help me to understand you?
Kosh: Can
you help me to understand you?
Sheridan: Well, I can try. Is that what you want? An
exchange of information? I tell you something about me and you
tell me something about you?
Kosh: No. You do
not understand. Go.
Sheridan: Dammit, what do you want? What do you want from
me? You know, ever since I got here I've had the feeling that...
That you've been watching me. The record shows you hardly ever
went to council meetings until I showed up. When I was captured,
it was you who reached out and touched my mind. And now you call
me here. Why? Just to throw me out? Are we just toys to you, ha?
What do you want?
Kosh: Never
ask that question.
Sheridan: At least I got a response out of you. So,
what'll it be, Ambassador?
Kosh: I
will teach you.
Sheridan: About yourself?
Kosh: About
you. Until you are ready.
Sheridan: For what?
Kosh: To
fight legends.
Sheridan: Ah, Ambassador Kosh, I'm sorry. What I can do
for you?
Kosh: The lesson.
Sheridan: Ah, I know... I sort of forgot. Look, it's been
kind of a bad day and I'm not really in the best frame of mind
for any lessons just now.
Kosh: Precisely
the correct time. Come.
Sheridan: No, you don't understand. I don't really have
time for this.
Kosh: Come.
Sheridan: I'm not quite sure I understand what we're
doing down here.
Kosh: Good. What
is this place?
Sheridan: It's pretty much the worst part of Downbelow. If
Garibaldi knew we were down here all alone he'd go right up the
flu.
Kosh: There.
Sheridan: What, you want me to go inside, is that it? ...
Why? What's inside there?
Kosh: One
moment of perfect beauty.
Sheridan: I had no idea. No idea at all.
Kosh: Yes.
Sheridan: Thank you.
Delenn: That is why Kosh cannot leave his encounter
suit. He would be recognized.
Sheridan: Recognized? By whom?
Kosh: Everyone.
Sheridan: Z'ha'dum... That's the world G'Kar's been
warning us about all year!
Kosh: Sheridan, learn!
Delenn: The Icarus... Your wife's ship... Sent to
investigate the ruins of ancient race no-one has ever heard of
before.
Kosh: Z'ha'dum.
Sheridan: Anna... The Icarus... They found something. They
woke something up.
Sheridan: I let him go. But there is a price tag
attached. You've been trying to help me so we can understand each
other. That's not what I want anymore. I want you to teach me how
to fight them, how to beat them, because sooner or later I'm
going to Z'ha'dum. I'm going to stop them.
Kosh: If you
go to Z'ha'dum, you will die.
Sheridan: Then I'll die. But I will not go down easily and
I will not go down alone. You will teach me?
Kosh: Yes.
Delenn: Lennier said you were calling for me.
Kosh: Yes.
Delenn: Is there something wrong?
Kosh: You, perhaps. We
have sent for an inquisitor.
Delenn: An inquisitor? Why?
Kosh: To be
sure about you. You will submit to his authority.
Delenn: How will I know who it is?
Kosh: You will know. If you survive.
Sheridan: I've been looking for you. Last week, after
you saved my life, I didn't really get a chance to thank you
properly. I have tried to reach you since then, but you haven't
answered my calls. Is everything alright?
Kosh: Being seen by so many at once was a great strain. I
returned to my ship to rest. You
have a question?
Sheridan: Nobody knows it was you. Everyone saw something
different, something from the legends of their own world. But it
was still a terrible risk. After taking such... such care to hide
what you really are, why take that chance?
Kosh: It was necessary.
Sheridan: Well, as answers go, short to the point, utterly
useless and totally consistent, what I've come to expect from a
Vorlon.
Kosh: Good.
Sheridan: You know, I've had a thought. You've been back
and forth to your homeworld so many times since you got here, how
do I know you're the same Vorlon. Inside that encounter suit you
could be anyone.
Kosh: I have
always been here.
Sheridan: Oh yeah? You said that about me too.
Kosh: Yes.
Sheridan: I really hate it when you do that.
Kosh: Good.
Ivanova: Ambassador, you wanted to see me?
Kosh: Yes. Formality.
Ritual. You should be informed.
Ivanova: Informed of what?
Kosh: Returning.
Sheridan: Nobody wants to fight a war unless they know
there is at least a chance of winning. You can give them that
hope. As one of the older races your technology has to be at last
as good as the Shadows'. If you can convince your government to
send out an expedition to engage one or two of their ships...
Kosh: No.
Sheridan: I know you can't take the entire Shadow fleet by
yourselves. But if you could beat them in just one fight that
could be the break we need to get everyone organized. Then we'd
have a real chance. You could do it, couldn't you?
Kosh: Perhaps.
But there are still few of us. It is not our time. It is yours.
We are not prepared yet.
Sheridan: Don't turn your back on me! Don't you even try
to walk away from me! Who the hell do you think you are? Wait, I
know what you think you are, what you want us to believe, but I
don't buy it. For three years now you've been pulling everyone's
strings, getting us to do all the work and you haven't done a
damn thing but stand there and look cryptic. It's about time you
started pulling your own weight around here. Sheridan: I
hear you've got a saying, "understanding is a three-edged
sword." Well, we've got a saying too: "Put your money
where your mouth is."
Kosh: Impudent!
Sheridan: Yeah? Well maybe that's the only way to get
through to you. You said you want to teach me to fight legends.
Well, you're a legend too and I am not going away until you
agree.
Kosh: Incorrect.
Leave now!
Sheridan: No.
Kosh: Disobedient!
Sheridan: Up yours!
Sheridan: So the real Kosh shows his colors at last,
huh? You angry now? Angry enough to kill me? I guess that's the
only way I'm leaving unless your people get off their
encounter-suited butts and do something. I've got nothing to
lose! My own government wants to kill me, and if we lose this
war, I'm just as dead. Our only chance is to get the other races
on board for this fight, and right now you're the key to doing
that.
Kosh: It
is not yet time.
Sheridan: And who decides that time? You? You put me in
this position, you asked me to fight this damn war, well it's
about time you let me fight it my way. How many people have
already died fighting this war of yours? How many more will die
before you come down off that mountain and get involved? Ships,
colonies, whole worlds are being destroyed out there and you do
nothing! How many more? How many more, Kosh? How many more dead
before you're satisfied?
Sheridan: Go ahead. Maybe one more death will balance
out the books. Go on, get it over with. Save us both the trouble
later.
Kosh: I will do as you ask. But
there is a price to pay. I will not be there to help you when you
go to Z'ha'dum.
Sheridan: Well, you already said if I go to Z'ha'dum, I'll
die.
Kosh: Yes.
Now.
Sheridan: Right. If that's the trade-off, if you want to
withhold your help when the time comes, that's fine. I'll go
there alone.
Kosh: You do not understand. But you will.