I went to the grave today.
They didn't like it. But then they never do. They prefer me to sit still, not exert myself, eat my greens, stay calm, think about puppies or something. But I had to. I made a promise.
Sheridan didn't live to see it, of course. Michael almost made it--his heart gave out two years ago. But he knew. Hell, he knew before anyone. He was the one who told me.
I don't know if it was a Russian who said that the best revenge you can take on your enemies is to outlive them. If it wasn't, it should have been. But you can do better, if you're lucky.
The amazing thing is that no-one realised. Well, almost no-one. The Vorlons created telepaths on a hundred worlds, including Earth, by tinkering with the genetic code. It was an ongoing process, requiring constant monitoring and adjustment. The Corps thought they were improving the breed with their eugenic marriages and experimental drugs. They weren't even close. It was the Vorlons all the way.
And once they were gone...
Lyta found out, god knows how. She told Michael, and he told me. I don't think I'd seen that man so happy in all the years I'd known him. We didn't have to do anything. We just had to watch, as year on year the realisation dawned on them, oh so slowly. Human beings were reverting to type. Telepaths were not being born. Five years after Sheridan's death, there were no more new stable P10s. Ten years after, no more P8s.
It was about now I started to take a particular interest in our friend's health. I had the Rangers watch out for him, protect him from dangers. I wanted him to live to see the end of it. And I made sure that he did. Last year was the year the birth rate for P1 and over finally went flatline. I made sure he knew it. And then I finally allowed him to take his own life.
And today I went to the grave. I forced myself out of the damn chair and I let them help me on to the slab of stone that was holding him down, and I managed a few faltering steps before I ran out of breath. For my mother. For Talia. For Michael. For Lyta. And for me.
The best revenge of all is to outlive your enemy's dreams.