Vir: “I’m sorry. I wish there was something that I could do, but… I tried telling them, but they wouldn’t listen. They never listen. I’m sorry.”

G’kar pulls a knife and slices opem his own hand. In time with the blood dripping from his hand, he says-

G’kar: “Dead, dead, dead, dead dead, dead, dead, dead dead, dead, dead. How do you apologize to them?”

Vit: “I can’t.”

G’kar: “Then I cannot forgive.”