[ Spear, bow, Sasha tacked up and ready, her soft nose butting into Mal's shoulder as he leans to press his forehead against her cheek. Jayne leaning against his legs in a sign of commiseration. He don't lose people like this.
He loses them, mark his words, they go- but not like this. Not long and aching and drawn out. A quick shot, a sudden blade, a harsh storm. That's how he loses people. To the inevitable, to the fickle fates, to the sea. To something expected. A quick cut that mends clean and leaves another scar-
Not this long, raggedy thing that cleaves deep and won't heal right for some time. He's subdued when he turns to face Merrill, quiet when he loops his arms around her. Dead silent when he presses his face into her hair and takes a slow, shuddering breath. ]
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He loses them, mark his words, they go- but not like this. Not long and aching and drawn out. A quick shot, a sudden blade, a harsh storm. That's how he loses people. To the inevitable, to the fickle fates, to the sea. To something expected. A quick cut that mends clean and leaves another scar-
Not this long, raggedy thing that cleaves deep and won't heal right for some time. He's subdued when he turns to face Merrill, quiet when he loops his arms around her. Dead silent when he presses his face into her hair and takes a slow, shuddering breath. ]