Firefly Glen the finite and the infinite

There was something different about the brown-eyed girl. He watched her with an unshifting gaze, noting the strange seriousness of her posture and features. He was certain he'd never seen her that way before. It was difficult not to think that he might have done something she would have wanted to condemn him for. 

Where were you when they died? Where were you? Hiding? Like a fucking coward?

'I want you to be my husband.'

The inkjet figure furrowed his brow slightly at this. He lifted his head up to stare at her, leveling his gaze with her own without hesitation. Atlas didn't understand. Life had been a fever dream since his brother had been ripped from it. Somehow this girl wanted to commit her life to him? And have him commit his to her? She had only known him a short while. They had only started to confess their feelings for each other and she wanted to lay it all on the line for him? 

Atlas knew that he should ask why. Not that he was bothered, but logically there should have been something that told him to talk through the scenario with her. They were both still so young. She had only just entered the adult ranks, or so it felt that way. There should have been some reason in him that spoke up and tried to understand what would inspire her to come to him with such a heavy request. 

"Alright." 

The shadow's voice was plain. He did not carry an ounce of emotion in his agreement. What did it matter anyway? They were all headed to the same place.