See part one for the disclaimer and other important information.

What do you want?

"I am bored."

"How can you say…I suppose there is not much to do here."

"I did not think this through very well—how am I supposed to find out who I am without stuff. I had forgotten that some matters require more than the soul and the words of Valen.

Lennier stops her, "Close your eyes—what is the first thing you think of?"

She looks puzzled, but does as he asks—surprised at what she recalls, "The Ly-et—I saw a performance as a child, but never found time to learn how to play."

He smiles, "I will make the arrangements."

"Lennier, what do you see when you close your eyes."

"I see nothing—I have what I want."

"Lennier, the universe has changed when you are the one that does not make sense."

"I am merely used to choosing my own destiny."

"I found that most enjoyable."

"Yes, Delenn."

"You do not agree?"

"When music is involved, the road to beauty is not met without practice."

"I am terrible," she laughs, "but it is fun."

"However, after three days, I do not believe that my ears can tolerate much more fun."

"Lennier," she laughs, "I grow weary of this anyway—somehow, I do not believe that I could spend everyday of the rest of my life playing the Ly-et."

"Nor would it be wise—but a hobby—yes, it will do."

"Hobbies are a human concept—pointless activities for the sake of pleasure."

"No, only human society is arranged in a manner that enunciates them. We are born into a path that suits us. We pray—we study—because that is what we want—why do you think that diversity exists even within a caste itself—humans on the other hand leave much up to the individual—they often fall prey to activities that do not follow their hearts."

"Lennier, then why am I confused?" she challenges.

"Because you have never had to choose—the right path whether clearly visible or not was right there—you have lived your life for the universe and not yourself."

"Is that not right to do?"

"Yes, for those that are chosen—most of us have to find our path—a Ly-et player—an attaché—it is the matter of finding what suits us—you must now do what the rest of us did as children."

"Lennier, when did you become so wise?"

"In the moments when you were not looking."

"This is frustrating."

"Delenn?"

"I have closed my eyes and imagined a hundred different things—none—none—have held my interest."

"A hundred days is a minute number compared to the years of childhood it took the rest of us."

"You did not go everyday to the Temple with your parents?"

"No, I stayed with the caregivers and played with the other children. Then, I went to school."

"My father taught me—I never understood why until I reached Babylon 5. So much of what I needed, would not have been taught in a Minbari school. I was trained by the priests just as you were."

"That is not the same."

"How did you know?"

"That is a long story."

"I realize now Lennier how little I know about you before you became my attaché. Tell me this story."

"Very well, Delenn, but I warn it holds far less excitement than the years after."

She settles onto the floor next to him.

"When I was with the caregivers, the other children and I would pretend to be members of the Warrior Caste. We fought one another and snuck away on great adventures. The caregivers scolded us for Minbari do not strike Minbari and children must never go wondering off on their own. My playmates grew out of the need for adventure as most in the religious caste do, but I did not. My parents were beside themselves when I would disappear for days and so were the elders. I missed far more lessons than I should have. I knew I would never be content to study scripture—care for those in need—pray in the endless day of pray—my parents called me selfish—so rather than bring shame to my clan—I volunteered for the first diplomatic assignment available."

"Was the path always so clear?"

"No, Delenn, that is what I have been trying to tell you. I, too, attempted an instrument, painting, the ritual of Van'ak'rah..." he pauses for a moment, "It took countless nights of meditation to arrive at what now seems so obvious."

"Perhaps this can only be accomplished in one's youth."

"What do you want, Delenn?"

"A Mr. Morden once asked me that question. He turned out to be an agent for the Shadows."

"Delenn, I quite assure you that I am the Lennier that you have always known."

"I grow weary of this," she sighs and then sits silently for a few moments, "What are you working on?"

"I wished to record what I thought I had learned of value in my life."

"That is wise—others will gain much from your experiences."

"I am glad that you think so—I had feared that I was being vain."

"May I?" she asks, extending her hand for the manuscript.

"Of course"

She gazes intently at the first page, nodding at the thoughts with which she strongly agrees and then she stops, "May I?"

He nods and hands her the pen.

She carefully scrawls notes in the margins as she makes her way through the stack.

Lennier eventually leaves her in order to sleep, returning in the morning to find her still diligently at work at what had taken him months to create.

"I know what I want, Lennier," she startles him, "I want to help you with this."

TBC

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