Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

She couldn't see him deflate, but she could hear it when he finally spoke.  She released a breath and felt her expression falter, just a little.  The way he spoke took her back.  Lucky for me I'm already fucked up, she said, relaxing enough to give him a small companionable smile.  Alright, yeah he'd bothered her, but she'd forgive him. 

Honestly, I don't really remember it all that well.  It felt real, like the last time I actually fought something.  It had been a long time ago, but it was the same; both experiences had awakened something strange in her, some primal survival instinct that took over and shut off a lot of her fear and reasoning.  She's definitely crazy.  Fennec would agree with that, but the agreement almost sounded like a compliment.  Towhee would have never choked her out the way Niamh did.  Did Bronco really react that strongly to it?

She hesitated to ask for about .2 seconds before deciding hell, she wanted to know.  He could tell her to shut the fuck up if he wanted.  I thought you wanted to be a fighter?  Isn't that what fighting is?  She had no great visions of grandeur for herself anymore, just the desire to learn to protect herself.  But if he did, how did he get past the fact that he didn't appear to like fighting?