[He listened in silence, taking it in for a time.] To die without flaw. That, I do not know how to do. But a good reason? Yes, perhaps. Perhaps.

[Sipping from his glass, Londo thought.] I had to kill him, my friend. My good, dear friend. It was him or I. But it was not, in truth. For he was not trying to kill me, I do not think. Now that I see it in my mind.