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Telepaths don't see the Vorlons the way non telepaths do. No deity-like figure.
They see the closer, true form of what they are. Lyta Alexander was probably the only one who has seen their true form in thousands of years, if not longer.
Kosh was beautiful. Almost as if the stars and sunlight had made them. The other Vorlons were not like that. They were sort of grey. Maybe they had been like Kosh once, but war after war with the shadows had tainted them.
But Kosh, her Kosh was like looking at every beautiful thing in the universe. Love was too primitive of a word for what she felt for the Vorlon. But it's the only one Lyta had.
