We are Broken
Disclaimer: Joss is boss.
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River was balancing on the railing of the catwalk. It was the night cycle, so no one would be around to tell her to get down before she fell and broke her pretty face. Cocking her head, she stood up on her toes. Their logic is flawed, she thought to herself. Her balance was perfect, she could not fall.
She would not break.
Not anymore. She was getting better, but she would never be complete; always broken. Just with some cracks filled in.
But they were all broken.
Miranda had changed them. The laughter and the smiles would return, they would heal, but some parts would always be broken. Never closing, always open, always hurting.
She stayed that way for several hours, her mind filled with visions of broken dolls dancing to and fro trying to fix themselves. It was nearly time for the crew to wake, River got down from her perch. It was her turn to make breakfast.
We are broken, she thought to herself as she entered the kitchen, and all we want is to be whole.