Firefly Ravine Bleak

quen could not defend himself.

there was nothing to defend with besides his still hanging grief and cowardice. he had been willing to try but —

mama? ray? they did not —

he pulled sword a bit closer. he wondered if the bear had scrambled that brain too. if the madness of it's arrival had seeped into his brother.

i ain't whole, s'ord.

he mumbled softly against the other boy's ear.

i ain't fit fer it anymore.

for the coast. for the bear. for living in a world of grief.