Firefly Glen You got so much to do

"nah. fuck em," ancelin said cheerfully. "she should have made you queen after her. if she has nothing when we get back, that's her own fault. we were willing to stay."
bitterness about that still scorched the man, and he buried it inside himself, veiling the old pain with a roguish smirk in her direction. "and if they're not there, well —" all sorts of ways to avail yourself of a suddenly available space.