"This is the first time I've ever used my powers to help someone. It's strange... it feels kind of... nice."
When you help others, you can't help helping yourself
— "The Money Song", Avenue Q
Bekhesh: A lifetime of killing and extortion takes its toll.
Crichton: Yeah, especially on those you kill and extort.
Bekhesh: Yes... but also on myself. During a hostage raid, we captured a priest - a disciple of the Writ of Taru. He refused to eat or sleep: all he would do, day and night, was preach, whether anyone was listening or not. I executed him... but I kept his writ. I don't know why. One day I started reading; they were words of peace, but they made me feel... better. Then one day I took off my gauntlet and I threw it away.
It filled me up in an instant and I imagined it leaking from my eyes, nose and mouth. I wanted to shout and dance with joy because it was everything Streen had described. It was what I felt when Mirax first said she loved me. It was the scent of the perfume my mother wore, and the warm laugh my father used to have when he was proud of me. It was the hearty slap on the back from Wedge after a mission and even a touch of Whistler's triumphant serenades. It was everything that was good and right and positive and alive; and it was waiting for me to bend it to my will.