Read: - - - - - - - - - ----- Book paced within the confines of the small cell. Inara had refused to respond to the commander’s questions. She had not even acknowledged his own. Was it possible he had misread the companion? While it was rumored that some of the settlers on Libra believed in mercy killings, he found it hard to believe a cultured woman educated on a core planet could resort to euthanasia, even in desperation. Then again, few things Book had experienced since he left the abbey were easy to believe. The shepherd cast another uncertain look at his cellmate. Inara remained completely impassive. Book turned away in frustration, suppressing the impulse to curse. How could someone who had just ended the life of an innocent girl seem so serene? The sound of a muffled thud from just outside the cell interrupted his brooding. Inara rose slowly, pausing to gracefully smooth out a crease in her plain wool dress. She turned toward the door as it slid open with a hiss. A head craned into view. "Time to go," said River. *** "You could have said something," complained Book as he stepped over another unconscious guard. "I couldn't risk it," Inara replied. "They were almost certainly recording our conversations.” "Besides," she added, lowering her voice, "there was no guarante
You can't take the sky from me
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