Firefly Glen these broken walls

Cole was a fool. A damned fool as he watched the emotional display unfolding in ways he couldn't control. From the brush, his head would hang low. What good of a man was he when he couldn't save her? Simple— he didn't know her, though what other purpose did he serve? To protect, protect, protect.

And he had done anything but.

With a shallow intake of breath, he revived himself and waited patiently. He was a good man. A good man. Over and over he'd repeat the mantra, somehow thinking that it could make it true.