Notes
You're not a reaver, Mal.
(Serenity... you lost everything in that battle. Everything you had, everything you were. How did you go on?)
A year from now, ten? They'll swing back to the belief that they can make people... better.
And I do not hold to that.
So no more runnin'. I aim to misbehave.
(I start fighting a war. I guarantee you'll see something new.)
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