You are a flailing vessel caught in the squall, dead in the water. In the deepest part of you, where Mal can't see, where the Reavers can't see, you know you won't live past this moment. Fear, hands of blue, Alliance secrets--they have been chasing you since the day you were born. From all this you have been running, and, in parallel, years ahead but in a life never more similar, so has Mal.
-- Where it Ends by jazzfic