Mal has spent most of his fifty years alive killing other people- he fought in the war and he's been a smuggler long enough to get used to having blood on his hands.
This blood, though, is different. The little wriggling human in his hands is his nephew, the look on River's face when he holds her son up makes him forget all about the red mess of his hands.
This blood, though, is different. The little wriggling human in his hands is his nephew, the look on River's face when he holds her son up makes him forget all about the red mess of his hands.
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