There's one with his name on it. One for Jayne, and one for Mal, and more.
Not one for River. That is, presumably, the piece of paper tucked into one ballet shoe.
River doesn't look at any of them. Her eyes are closed, and her face tipped upwards; tears slide down her already blotchy face, dripping onto her shirt and coat, and her breath heaves.
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Date: 2006-11-29 05:04 am (UTC)Not one for River. That is, presumably, the piece of paper tucked into one ballet shoe.
River doesn't look at any of them. Her eyes are closed, and her face tipped upwards; tears slide down her already blotchy face, dripping onto her shirt and coat, and her breath heaves.