Chimera Fields Roast Mutton

On continued reflection, she seemed pretty sensitive, but he wasn't exactly buying what she was selling at this point.  None of it matched up with the world he knew, which seemed to be decidedly unfriendly, unlucky, and generally not in his favor.  Mal scoffed, Not my experience. People I was nice to were the first to leave.  Or decide they didn't want me in the first place.  It never mattered.  There was no excuse for his father, and his one sister had been abandoned by the adults, the other abandoned him.  He hadn't been mean to them -- or at least not beyond normal childish nonsense.  He'd never had a chance.  I didn't even exist to anyone else.  They'd walk over or through me if they could -- have to yell to maybe make them wake up from their perfect little daydream, and they'd rather not.  Maybe it worked for like three seconds.  It wasn't like any of them really tried to fix anything while he was in Elysium.  They seemed quite happy to just stick their heads in the sand and ignore him.  Only one wolf had followed him, and it hadn't been a prompt chase.  How long had it taken them to notice he'd been gone?