Firefly Glen i don't care so why do you

"That's not good enough."

This time, he stepped around her as he said it so she would not have the time to act. This time, he would not allow Keres to stop him. He shakes his head, slowly and deliberately. To express his exhaustion perhaps or just that he was fed up. She would gladly sacrifice herself? What sort of bullshit was that?

And why did he care so fucking much? She wouldn't see it the way he did. Dying for others... a case, a friendship... meant nothing. It meant nothing if they did not value themselves first. Throwing yourself in the crosshairs was suicide. It wasn't noble. It wasn't honorable. They are all fools he thinks to himself. He doesn't look back at Keres as he walks off. she's a fool too.

But he knows that is cruel. He just does not care right now. The man needed his space and he hope for her sake she wouldn't chase after him. Or stop him; the look in his singular eye was a violent one. He didn't want to lunge at her, but he felt so constricted right now he wasn't sure if he could stop himself from turning. He needed his garden. He needed to gather. He needed to be anywhere that wasn't here.

"Don't follow me."

He says at last, stalking into the darkness.