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some ginseng to return,” he said, prodding Jayne’s bags with his toe.

“Yes, sir,” said Zoë and went off to fetch Bursa-Sakarya. Wash went back to the bridge, Kaylee to the engine room.

The doctor said, “I’ll go see to it Jayne is secured,” and headed toward the med bay.

“Don’t worry,” said River. “She’ll be back,” and turned to follow her brother, leaving Mal alone with the fed.

“Must be hard,” said Kit. “He used to be one of the good guys, which makes it much worse. I’m impressed you didn’t kill him.”

“I’m just proud as a papa of that.”

“And,” continued the fed, “here I am, and I used to be one of the bad guys.”

“Still are, in my book.”

“Is that right? Let me ask you something, Captain Reynolds. During the first two years of the war, ninety-five percent of the Alliance forces were volunteers. After that, they still made up the heart of the army. What do you suppose made them volunteer?”

“Couldn’t say.”

“You don’t think maybe they believed in what they were fighting for?”

“Maybe so. Folk been wrong about things before, believed it was okay to tell other folk how to live. Nothing new there.”

“And maybe they thought it would be a good idea to stop the Sakaryas in the ‘verse. And maybe they were right.”

“You worry about right, Agent Merlyn, and keep fixing the ‘verse. I got to fix my boat.”

“Good luck with that,” he said.

Zoë showed up then, one arm on the shackled prisoner. Mal looked him in the eye. “Got anything to say, Colonel?”

Bursa met his eye. “It’s what happens when you lose everything,” he said.

“Not always,” said Mal. “Sometimes you find a new thing.”

The fed took hold of the prisoner, and led him down the ramp. Mal walked over and punched the button; the ramp raised, and the world of Hera vanished from sight. As the airlock closed, Wash’s voice came over the speaker: “Strap in, everyone. We’re off the ground in two minutes, and we’re still in rough shape.”

“It could be bumpy,” said Zoë.

Mal looked at her. She looked back at him. “Just trying to save you the trouble, sir; you must be tired of saying that.”

They walked back toward the heart of Serenity.

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