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"The hell's he mean by that?"
"Amos," Holden says quellingly, before looking back at Mal. "If you need help with repairs -- "
"I'll take care of that," Naomi interrupts, completing Holden's sentiment. "I can see some of the damage from out here. Nothing I can't handle."
"You heard her. But after that, I'm taking my crew home."
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The crew starts to murmur to each other around them. Jayne complaining as usual, Kaylee excited to meet new people, Inara speaking up to remind Mal that she does still need to be dropped off at the temple whenever they've finished with this--
"Ain't the only one leaving, then."
It's not a direct threat, not a direct promise to leave the Tams with Inara when they drop her off to fend for themselves. Book has already told him his intentions to stay on Haven after they bring Inara to her own destination, but there's a clear enough implication to the rest of the crew as he stomps off to fume elsewhere.
Certainly clear enough to Simon and River.
Whatever relief Simon's posture had gained after the fighting was done is gone, he's all tense again as the crew looks between each other and River looks at Mal and making a small sound of distress as he goes that Simon tries to sooth with, "We'll be okay, mei mei, it's okay."
It's Wash that chimes in to break the tension as Inara breaks away to follow Mal and probably make the argument worse. "He didn't mean that. I mean, he probably didn't mean it." Which gets Zoe giving him a look.
shitty bridge tag
There's no complaint from the crew, not verbally, and nearly all of them would've done the same thing. The exception is Amos, but he's also learned to trust Holden's judgement. Alex welcomes them in his warm, fatherly way, cooks for them; Naomi treats River with gentleness and respect; and Prax offers them kindness in his soft, unassuming way. Amos accepts them as current, temporary fixtures on the ship, and treats them accordingly, neither warm nor cold.
Simon brings up the promise of explanations again, if for this crew, and they let him.
(Let, not force.)
lies and slander
Better than wandering on their own in Alliance territory, though. That's what he keeps telling himself as this new crew gathers around to hear him speak. River is elsewhere, sleeping (he hopes) through this dredging up of the relevant and painful past she avoids.
This is a talk he's given before, always to near strangers, always in an effort to better help his sister. It's unsettlingly easy to retread, a story he knows by rote. Still, he stands at the head of a table, tense and uncomfortable, hands clasped behind his back to hide any tremor, the whiteness of his knuckles whenever he tenses.
"Before I start, you need to understand that River wasn't always like this. When we were kids, she-- She was correcting my spelling by the time she was three. Correcting my textbooks not long after. And I graduated from MedAcad in the top three percent of my class at eighteen." He considers for a moment making the distinction between gifted and gift, and opts not to, instead pressing forward. "She managed to be the smartest person in the room, whether it came to dance or language or physics. She learned everything as easily as you or I learned how to breathe."
He shifts his stance a little, moves to cross his arms across his chest.
"When she was fourteen doing her first graduate courses, the government approached us about a school. It had the most challenging program, promised to let her learn as much as she wanted without having to slow down for her other classmates. The caveat was that there were no visitors allowed on the campus. But River wanted to go, so our parents signed the papers and she left."
There's a moment of quiet, then. The memory of it hitting him a little harder, along with the realization of just how far they've gone since then. Simon wipes a hand across his mouth before tucking it back against his elbow. "It took a few months before I realized the letters she was sending me were coded. Simple enough to crack, but still well hidden from any censors her letters had to have gone through. And straight to the point.
"They just said, 'They're hurting us, get me out.'"
He pauses there to let it settle over this new crew, looks around and waits for a reaction outside of the normal disgust or horror. He sees none, and so he goes on.
"Our parents didn't care, so I used what money I had to find people that would help me. It took two years, and in that time she had... Gotten worse." Easy enough for them to figure out just what that means. "I had to pose as an Alliance officer to get in and be shown around. They showed her off as a psychic in their new defense program, achieved by cutting into her brain, altering the way she perceives things -- her ability to control what she perceives."
Simon's mouth twists into a bitter frown, grim and uncomfortable.
"After I got her out, we ended up on Serenity and have been on the run since. We were both marked as fugitives, and our parents disowned us, so it wasn't like we had anywhere else to go."