Like trying to breathe
with a dead man on your chest. Air tastes… desperate. I'm
running out of time… out of oxygen… out of blood. The Dark has
somehow got through the hull… pressing around me…
I find myself facedown on the deck and I don't recollect lying down. Damn. I know I chose to stay behind… for the others, to give them a chance. But really, I just couldn't abandon her. It's not Serenity's fault this happened.
Maybe it is my own awkward breathing echoing back through her empty belly, but I think I can hear her gasping, too.
