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Simon groaned.
The night had passed with more arguing, but to a lesser extent. As angry as Mal was, he had a streak of rationality in him. There was no point in berating Simon further once he had confessed his ‘crime.’
While morning had finally come opening his eyes had been a trial. It had been a fitful night of dark dreams and dull aches. As for his sight, Simon found that the focus was off and there was an intense yellowing in it. A dozen unnecessarily long names of symptoms rattled off in his head.
So. This is what it feels like to die.
It was a defeatist thought that wouldn’t be turned aside. He felt hallow. Numb. As if a sudden cold had whisked away all the feeling in his body and replaced it with a lukewarm emptiness that ached unbelievably. But for all the emptiness, he seemed to recognize the pain, though it was like none he remembered.
It was just…
There.
His dreams were of the same stock. Blandly terrifying. No sharp point of agony to make it a nightmare, only a presence to make it dark and foreboding. In some way it was reminiscent of River. The undeniable shadow that seemed to pass through her features at will before her confusion would rush in.
Simo
Mal's tough.
I think Simon's tough too, and alot of this series is based around that ideal. To a degree, I think Mal knows it more than Simon does himself.
Enjoy and keep flyin'
Delusional Jayne is funny as hell, and actuall seems smarter than real Jayne to boot..
You can't take the sky from me
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