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Exact Opposite:
I suppose my opposite would be someone who would be a proper citizen. A manner of man who would pay his taxes, on time even, every credit counted. Practice that civil obedience thing I heard tell of. Follow them laws? Them of God and man. All pretty and proper, with a smile on his face. One that ain't even smug and spiteful.
That would be my opposite.
Or maybe an honest businessman. Doing right by his trade. A fine upstanding sort.
Or a father and husband.
Tian tang knows I ain't any of that.
Mal posts to the Cortex, words there then gone as he rises to get done what needs to be done.
There's a job they is on their way to; another they just had gotten through. They didn't get paid in credits or cash, but the mess is full of fresh baked things from people whose faces were bright and shiny. Might have caused a certain feeling in Mal's chest he won't name. Something glad. Something that too much of it would have been a sin. Though sinning? Sinning was a right proper thing so pride was all right. He could name that after all though he wouldn't say why nor meet the Preacher's eye. He passes River in the corridor, a scowl that might hide a smile. Not that she seems to pay no mind to either. A nod to Jayne. A word to Kaylee. A word and a hand on her shoulder. A squeeze. Words of assurance.
Things will get done, they always do.
And if people get dead in the process, hopefully they just won't be crew.
Mal Reynolds,
Firefly
I suppose my opposite would be someone who would be a proper citizen. A manner of man who would pay his taxes, on time even, every credit counted. Practice that civil obedience thing I heard tell of. Follow them laws? Them of God and man. All pretty and proper, with a smile on his face. One that ain't even smug and spiteful.
That would be my opposite.
Or maybe an honest businessman. Doing right by his trade. A fine upstanding sort.
Or a father and husband.
Tian tang knows I ain't any of that.
Mal posts to the Cortex, words there then gone as he rises to get done what needs to be done.
There's a job they is on their way to; another they just had gotten through. They didn't get paid in credits or cash, but the mess is full of fresh baked things from people whose faces were bright and shiny. Might have caused a certain feeling in Mal's chest he won't name. Something glad. Something that too much of it would have been a sin. Though sinning? Sinning was a right proper thing so pride was all right. He could name that after all though he wouldn't say why nor meet the Preacher's eye. He passes River in the corridor, a scowl that might hide a smile. Not that she seems to pay no mind to either. A nod to Jayne. A word to Kaylee. A word and a hand on her shoulder. A squeeze. Words of assurance.
Things will get done, they always do.
And if people get dead in the process, hopefully they just won't be crew.
Mal Reynolds,
Firefly