DUKHAT: Now it starts.
KOSH: Yes.
DELENN: Are you...are you a Vorlon?
KOSH: Yes.
EVIL KOSH: Yes.
DELENN: What is your name?
KOSH: Kosh.
[Delenn looks at Evil Kosh, but he does not say anything.]
DELENN: What do you want? What are you doing here?
KOSH: Creating the future.
[Kosh projects an image of Dukhat.]
DUKHAT: If you are seeing this message, it is because I am dead. I leave this in trust of the Vorlons to give to the right person, at the right time. I ask you to trust them as I have. They have come to us in secret, to prepare for the coming war. They say we will need allies, in particular a race that is, so far, unknown to us called humans. If we have not already done so by now, it is my hope that you will work with the Vorlons to find these humans and bring them into the battle on our side. The allies of the shadows are gathering at Z'ha'dum. Their masters cannot be far behind. They must be stopped. Finish the work I began.... Finish it.
DELENN: The humans...
KOSH: Yes. They are the key.
DELENN: He didn't know... He couldn't know that we are at war with them.
DELENN: Are you still here?
KOSH: We have always been here.
DELENN: I failed. In a little while, the final slaughter will begin. I know the others do not want it. Even Morann is tired of war, tired of blood. But the war has taken on a life on its own and it will continue to its bloody end. No matter our feelings. I think... I think the others only need a reason to delay or reconsider. But there is no such reason, and we are out of time. I don't know what to do. Tell me. Tell me what to do.
KOSH: The truth points to itself.
DELENN: What?
KOSH: The truth points to itself.
DELENN: I do not understand.
EVIL KOSH: You will.
DELENN: But--
EVIL KOSH: Go now!
KOSH: Go! Before it's too late!