009. If all of the strength and all of the courage come and lift me from this place

[gracefulwoman]

[a large inkblot on the page. Inara meant to practice calligraphy to calm herself, but dipped the brush and merely let it hover on the page, unable to bring a single character to mind. Eventually she notices the mess that she's making and puts the brush down. It's a long time before writing appears]

It isn't fair. It isn't

Not Wash. [this is

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[makethingsright]

[concerned Nathan is Concerned]

Inara, is everything alright?

[gracefulwoman]

[she is sad, Nathan, SAD. Dictated because she doesn't feel like writing anymore]

I don't think that it is, but what does it matter? Our time here helps nothing and changes nothing.

[makethingsright]

[he can hear it in her tone, it sounds very defeated and that upsets him]

I'm coming over. [sorry you can't argue ~ and he's just across the hall anyway]

[knock knock]

[gracefulwoman]

[soft sigh, remains seated on the divan in her room, stares down at her hands folded in her lap]

Come in.

[qiuanyi]

[softly] ...You didn't know.

I'm...sorry you had to find out.

[gracefulwoman]

[Sad Inara is sad] I didn't...the last time I saw Wash he was moping Zoe's brow as she stitched the bullet wound that shiong-mung duh kwong-run Early inflicted on you.

[qiuanyi]

[wants to comfort, has no idea how :(] ...I see. [slight pause, as he scowls at the memory

and is a bit jealous, because when she goes home, Wash will be there]

He...he died a hero, if that helps.

[gracefulwoman]

[it's not much comfort, though, because she won't remember to appreciate him :(]

...I see.

Can you...tell me what happened?