Firefly Glen moonlight danced with the silhouettes

For a moment, the bounty hunter imagined what his life might have been like if his own father had played a more present and active role in his life. Would he have learned how to sing as his family wanted? Ultimately, he believed he still would have been turned out when he grew too big to inspire maternal instinct. He was sure he wouldn't recognize a world in which his father had been allowed to remain with him for very long.

Kinusi, he realized, reminded him of the man.

"I would like to hear that, some time," he said, unsure whether or not this development made him any less endeared to her. It was difficult to look at her young face and see anything but a small girl. "A happy song," he clarified. Hedged, almost. Would she sing right now?