Kosh: You will submit to his authority.
Delenn: How will I know who it is?
Kosh: You will know... if you survive.
G'Kar: Mr. Chase... the money to buy these weapons comes from the life savings of those Narn who were able to escape the Centauri occupation. It is a limited resource, purchased with blood. If it should be squandered or stolen, be assured that while your body might one day be found, it could never be identified from what's left.
Sebastian: Nothing changes. Corruption, immorality, chaos.
Sheridan: When were you last on Earth?
Sebastian: Long ago. Long ago.
Sheridan: I want to know...
Sebastian: The truth? You're not ready for the truth. The facts? If that is the only way to get to my work... yes, the Vorlons have been to Earth. The Vorlons have been everywhere. The Vorlons are. My name is Sebastian. I resided at 14B, Heresford Lane in London in the year of our Lord 1888. I was found by the Vorlons, taken, transported, and brought into their service. They told me everything about everything. And the scales fell from my eyes and were opened to a universe of majesty and terror that you can never imagine. They call upon me when I am needed and preserve me when I am not.
G'kar: Mr. Garibaldi, I have been on this station long enough to know that you don't ask leading questions unless you already know the answers. So, why don't we just pretend I've lied about it, you've caught me in your web of ineluctable logic, and cut to the point.
Garibaldi: Now you want to outfit an army, that's fine, you knock yourself out. But I don't want those weapons coming through this station. Otherwise this place is going to go straight to hell.
G'Kar: We are already, as you so quaintly put it, going straight to hell. You cannot escape what's coming.
Garibaldi: Well, maybe not. But there's nothing wrong with getting a good head start, huh?
G'Kar: I meant, why are you doing this?
Garibaldi: Because you didn't lie to me.
G'Kar: But you must have known that ahead of time.
Garibaldi: Like you said, I never start a conversation unless I know where it's going. But I always leave a little room for someone to disappoint me. Thanks for not doing it.
Sebastian: What a sad thing you are. Unable to answer even such a simple question without falling back on reference and genealogies and what other people call you. Have you nothing of your own? Nothing to stand on that is not provided, defined, delineated, stamped, sanctioned, numbered, and approved by others? How can you be expected to fight for someone else when you haven't the fairest idea who you are? Do you know how many have stood before me as you stand now? Proud, defiant, full of their own bloated self-importance? Confident that they are chosen, special, favored of God. All of them have broken. And better for everyone that they did. Better to spare others the illusion of false hope. You have the audacity to presume that you are on a mission from God. Embarked upon a holy cause. I don't believe it. And by the time you leave here... neither will you. It is even possible that you may die here.
Delenn: What purpose will be served by killing me?
Sebastian: Oh, I would not kill you. You can remove the manacles at any time. But that would mean admitting your error. Admitting that you are not worthy enough or strong enough for the task ahead. And pride will prevent you from doing that. If you believe you are the chosen, then you must risk everything on the premise that the universe will not let you die. Unless you're wrong. And here, now, together... we will find out once and for all.
Sebastian: At a word from you, all the hosts of heaven would descend and carry you up away from harm, away from this place because you have a destiny.
Delenn: We all have a destiny.
Sebastian: Do we? How magnanimous of you.
Delenn: Sometime we do not see it because we have been taught to believe we are not important.
Sebastian: Taught by people like me? Perhaps. But are we destroyers of dreams or protectors of the public good?
Delenn: If I believe I'm here, now, for a reason...
Sebastian: And if the world says otherwise?
Delenn: Then the world is wrong!
Sebastian: And Delenn is right?! But perhaps the world is right and Delenn is wrong! Have you ever considered that? Have you?!?
Delenn: Yes. Sometimes.
Sebastian: Then there may yet be hope for you.
Sebastian: Do you know what your problem is, Delenn? You are a piece of the machine that thinks it is the whole of the machine. The flute that believes itself the symphony. You have malfunctioned. Admit it and you'll feel better. Your only destiny is to be the nail that gets hammered down. Bang, bang, bang.
Sebastian: You're linked at the hip, just as bad as she is. But you're not just a dreamer. You're a soldier. How far are you prepared to go? How much are you prepared to risk? How many people are you prepared to sacrifice for victory? Are you willing to die friendless, alone, deserted by everyone? Because that's what may be required of you in the war that is to come.
Sheridan: Go to hell.
Sebastian: This is hell, captain. And you are its chief damned soul. What about the people you work with, the people you call friends? Are you willing to sacrifice them? What about your family? What about your God? Wha about truth? What about blood? What about right? What about wrong? What about your future? What about faith? What about sin? What about hell? What about death?
Sebastian: How do you know the chosen ones? No greater love hath a man than he lay down his life for his brother. Not for millions, not for glory, not for fame. For one person... in the dark where no one will ever know or see. I have been in the service of the Vorlons for centuries, looking for you. Diogenes with his lamp, looking for an honest man willing to die for all the wrong reasons. At last my job is finished. Yours is just beginning. When the Darkness comes, know this: you are the right people. In the right place. At the right time.
Sebastian: The city was drowning in decay, chaos, immorality. A message needed to be sent, etched in blood for all the world to see. A warning. In the pursuit of my holy cause I did things... terrible thins, unspeakable things. The world condemned me, but it didn't matter because I believed I was right and the world was wrong. I believed I was the divine messenger. I believed I was...
Sebastian: I was found by the Vorlons. They showed me the terrible depth of my mistake. My crimes. My... presumption. I have done 400 years of penance in their service. A job for which they said I was ideally suited. Now perhaps... they will finally let me die.
Sheridan: I think that might be wise.
Sebastian: Good luck to you in your holy cause, Captain Sheridan. May your choices have better results than mine. Remembered not as a messenger, remembered not as a reformer, not as a prophet, not as a hero, not even as Sebastian. Remembered only as Jack.