Mal-Faith dream.

[badinlatin]

Mal. A scared little girl. The hallways of the Academy.

[ooc: Quoted from here from myself and John for angsty purposes.]

Mal doesn't like the folk that just passed by, but his eyes connect instead with the student, blurting out:

"C'mon now - wanna get somewhere safe---"

...the corridor River and his fellows disappeared down explodes and he's engulfed in flames.

Mal is mostly protected, having two walls and some empty space between him and the source of the explosion, but the power conduits running through the wall to his left erupt.

that skiff is shredding us

we're gonna die

we can't die

those are our angels

Mal screams, falling over onto the grating of the now-hot corridor.

Below his ribcage on his right side, among other things, is a rather large piece of shrapnel from the cover of a junction box on the wall.

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"No?"

Faith pulls one of her guns, studying it for a second, and then throws it, as hard as she can, into the wall.

Through the wall.

Making a really big hole straight through to the stars.

"I think I'll let space do that."

[badinlatin]

The vacuum doesn't take him quickly.

The colors of the corridor - steel gray and matte blue and black and scorch marks - bleed together like spilled paint.

But Faith stays still. Cogent. Together. Terrifying with her yellow eyes.

Mal's screams get cut off as one...two...three fingers lose their grip on the edge of the bulkhead before going into space.

Four...

Five.

Mal writhes in his bunk, sweating, not occurring to him until much later that he had completely stripped the bed in his sleep. His back is on fire; he stands as soon as he thinks he won't fall down to go to the mirror and look at his back.

Intact. Whole. Still scarred.

Mal stares at his bunk with disdain and fear. His mind darts to Shuttle One, where he hasn't slept for the past week. He hasn't told Inara why. She can never know.

I am too weak.