Another vision before her. Reavers, she realized with dread. An even younger Jayne, running from reavers, trying to escape. A ship, he was aboard a ship, over run by reavers. Hiding, fear coursing through him.
The images shifted again as she watched in horrified fascination. Again, a younger version of Jayne Cobb, pummeling a much larger boy, again consumed by an indefinable aura of pure, unadulterated fury. Out of control, burning him up.
The images were so strong that she realized Jayne wasn’t dreaming, so much as remembering.
Jayne has suffered a great deal, she realized suddenly, things falling into place. Lost his family, his memory, his. . .name. Jayne wasn’t Jayne at all! Everything before the ship filled with reavers was missing. Gone.
-- Archangel – Chapter Eight by badkarma00