When Londo and Kelly first heard what Harvey had demanded of the Dark Guild, both of them felt their stomachs twist. They had already suspected, long before this moment, that Harvey had crossed far beyond any acceptable line, but hearing him openly order the massacre of the Underside shattered whatever excuse either of them had tried to cling onto.
For a long time, Kelly had been uneasy with Harvey's "vision." His methods had never sat right with her. She recalled nights where she would lie awake, staring at the dark ceiling of her room in the Guild base, wondering if she was the one who was wrong. Everyone else seemed so sure. Everyone else followed Harvey with this strange, unwavering loyalty. Maybe she was just too soft. Maybe she didn't understand what sacrifices were necessary to reach a better world.
