[ Ever. He doesn't talk about it ever, not with the Crew on Serenity, not with much of anyone that could look at him and the spear and go 'what the fuck did you do to survive that shit' because he still doesn't quite know.
Putting it together is too damn big for him so he just. Doesn't. Focuses instead on Merrill, on catching her hand in his to squeeze. It feels so damn small and fragile against his calloused palm but he's seen her throw lightening and roots and fire. She don't break easy. ]
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[ Ever. He doesn't talk about it ever, not with the Crew on Serenity, not with much of anyone that could look at him and the spear and go 'what the fuck did you do to survive that shit' because he still doesn't quite know.
Putting it together is too damn big for him so he just. Doesn't. Focuses instead on Merrill, on catching her hand in his to squeeze. It feels so damn small and fragile against his calloused palm but he's seen her throw lightening and roots and fire. She don't break easy. ]
And over a dozen little shits.