It felt like he was shutting down. His brain was rebelling against everything he saw. It wasn't right. It couldn't be true. Impossible.
He retreated back to his room after they found it… an involuntary shudder accompanied the memory of Mal pulling the hair out of the trash can - just the top of her head. Nothing more. Of course Mal went looking for the rest of her but Book wasn't entirely sure he'd find anything. It was impossible. It had to be.
His Bible sat closed on a table nearby and he looked at it longingly. He would give anything to read it, find comfort within the well worn pages, but reading did not go well with a tired brain and the words would be impossible to read. With a heavy sigh he paced the small room, not sure what to do and hating that indecision. Of all the crew he should be most able to battle a demon but those hate-filled eyes and the mocking laughter filled him with doubt.
Kaylee had even been swept away from him as he sought to offer comfort. Had he fallen asleep or was the demon strong enough to simply vanish her as she sat with him? Despair tore at his heart as the demon's laughter echoed in his mind.