Wheeling Gull Isle There are darknesses in life

She was quite a piece of work. The man had half a mind to turn and leave her there in the dark if that's how he'd be recieved - but as soon as he tried to turn and take a step, he realized his hocks were in a much worse condition than he initially realized. It was enough to curb his escape, but the sharp quality of the freshly opened wounds did very little in curbing his attitude.

You were the one that was screaming, lady. He shot back — not yet ready to relinquish the information she seemed so adamant in obtaining. What good was a name? Who the hell cared what he was called? Now calm down; I'm not here to start shit with you. I thought you were in danger, but fuck me for tryin' to help I guess. She had some spunk to her, but it wasn't a quality that Firefly found particularly appealing these days.

Maybe he could still try to walk it off. Even if it hurt, and even if he bled freely across the beach through the dark, he'd at least be free of her harping.