But also a reminder of something else: That the past is present, always; that you are what you pretend to be. My favorite thing about Babylon 5 was how, halfway through, the whole show undid itself: The Shadow War ended, the heroes told God and the Devil to go fuck themselves -- literally, it happened in a conference room -- and then the show was like, "Now we deal with what's left." Leftover weapons like Psi Corps; our collective PTSD. What you do with the universe, once God's left the room. ("The flames are all long gone / but the pain lingers on...") The later seasons don't get much love, but I liked them so much on that level: Cleaning up the mess, taking down the obsolete scaffolding as the world-as-it-is. The Amanda Rosewater solution.
Sukar tries his best to get his people to safety, but it's open them before he can even get out of the roller. It's beautiful, like war: it's the memory of war, happening all over again. A big chunk takes him out as he's helping one of his men up -- a shard through the neck -- and they rush him to a cave, but it's already over. He smiles when he sees the Little Wolf, and he swears what they have to do is for the good of everyone. She doesn't know what he means, and as he dies she thinks she never will. A dragon, something like a dragon, flies by overhead.
Irisa wakes up sweating and terrified, and that's when she hears the thunder.
Alak talks over the end of a cover song I don't recognize, and then switches to the next song, "Lokyulo Dwoken with music for a stormy night on Casti." It's lovely. He tells Christie she smells amazing, and Amanda calls.
Amanda: "You know why I'm calling?"
Alak: "I listened to your album. I wanted to disinfect my record player after."
Amanda: "Listen, you little punk. I'm the damn mayor. Play 'Shiny Happy People' or you're fired. And don't forget to update the weather."
She likes him. She wouldn't talk to Datak Tarr's son that way if she didn't. She likes the rebellion he represents and she likes the way he fights -- and loves -- and she likes the way he's up there in the Arch doing what she does down here on the ground: Holding this shit together with both hands. He is the first child of the Defiance she sees in her dreams, the first one to step out of the Hollows and into the light: A stripling St. Finnegan. She sees in him what Nicky saw in her; we barely know the kid and you can already imagine what he'd tell the E-Rep and VC both, if they came knocking. She hangs up on him, even, is how much she respects him; in a masculine show for Christie he tosses the phone aside like he got there first.