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 open 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?"
Vir: "I can't."
G'kar: "Then I cannot forgive."