A Million Light Years from Home
читать дальшеRiver chatters about flying and physics and dancing, Jayne about hunting and whores and guns. Zoe doesn't talk at all
So what do we call the dog?" Jayne presses, impatient with the captain's indulgence of River's nonsense.
"I do believe River's answered the question, Jayne."
"Sirius." River smiles.
Jayne doesn't. "I am serious."
The thought of being alone with Zoe and her shotgun sends a shiver down his spine
He doesn't say anything. Regulus wasn't the only brother he'd failed, just the first one.
"I, well, I'm still not very good at being a fugitive."
Sirius gives a bark of laughter. "I've had a lot of practice."
So you fell through this veil and landed on Persephone."
"Yeah. I-- We thought the veil was death, but apparently not."
"The metaphor is faulty,"
He dreams of Remus that night, human under the light of a full moon.
Sirius winces. "Sorry about," he waves a hand airily, "everything."
Mal smirks and shakes his head. "Drunks and dogs'll hump anything, they get lonely enough. Don't mean a thing."
only half-understanding the equations River has written, which twist and curl around each other like snakes in black ink.
"You're a good dog," she says. "And not a bad man."
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