Title:
There Will Always be CasualtiesFandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Summary: Ain’t much one can do for the fallen.
Ain’t much one can do for the fallen. Jus’ leave ‘em and keep on moving, keep on fighting. That’s what Mal tells himself as he leaves another friend in the dust, a newly earned bullet hole through his chest. In war, someone has to fall. There will always be casualties. That’s all there is to it.
War is horrible, devastating. It ruins lives more than it fixes them, and sometimes it doesn’t even fix things. It can be like slipping a bandaid on. For awhile the losing side may be broken and useless to stand up for themselves, but that bandaid can be ripped off; they can take to the sky again and beat back their enemies if left alone long enough.
It’s not always the way of it, but it’s possible.
Mal lets out a sigh. Sometimes all you can do is your best. You can stand tall and strong and fight til you can’t fight no more, and you can be sure to not give in. You can watch your mate’s backs and be there to carry them home when they fall, but in the end, that’s it. That’s all there is to it.
Put short, war’s hellish.