Delenn: There are beings in the universe billions of years older than either of our races. Once, long ago, they walked among the stars like giants, vast and timeless. They taught the younger races, explored beyond the rim, created great empires. But to all things there is an end. Slowly, over a million years, the First Ones went away. Some passed beyond the stars, never to return. Some simply disappeared.
Delenn: Listen to me. Aside from the Vorlons, we do not have the First Ones to help us this time. We are on our own! We will have only one chance to stop them, and if we fail, billions will die. There comes a moment when each of us must pledge himself to something greater than himself. You told G’kar he had to decide between revenge and the good of his own people. Now you must make the same decision, Captain. It will be the most important decision of your life.
Delenn: Not all of the First Ones have gone away. A few stayed behind, hidden or asleep, waiting for the day when they may be needed…when the Shadows come again.
Delenn: We have no other name for them. The Shadows were old when even the Ancients were young. They battled one another over and over across a million years. The last great war against the Shadows was ten thousand years ago. It was the last time the Ancients walked openly among us. The Shadows were only defeated, not destroyed. A thousand years ago, the Shadows returned to their places of power, rebuilt them, and began to stretch forth their hand. Before they could strike, they were defeated by an alliance of worlds, including the Minbari… and the few remaining First Ones who had not yet passed beyond the Veil. When they had finished, the First Ones went away… all but one.
Delenn: That is why Kosh cannot leave his encounter suit. He would be recognized.
Sheridan: Recognized? By who?
Morden: What do you want?
Vir: I’d like to live just long enough to be there when they cut off your head and stick it on a pike. As a warning to the next ten generations, that some favors come at to high a price. I would look up at your lifeless eyes and wave just like this. Can you and your associates arrange that for me, Mr. Morden?
Kosh: If you go to Z’ha’dum, you will die.