A/N: This is a lil stream of conciousness that came to me as I watched Serenity. It was written from the perspective of a specific character, but I realized that it could be used for two of them. I'll let you decide.
Do I even care anymore? Have I ever?
I hang my head, hands clasped in my lap. She lies there. She who is the weakest but also the strongest. And I have cared before. I have felt for her. I say I do. I act I do. Do I?
What do they think? Do I even care about that? So many questions. I cannot answer. No one can.
Does she know? Can she tell that I don't? I don't want her to know that I might not care. I could give up on her live everyone else. I have that chance. I have had it often. Yet I don't. But I cannot say that it is not my mistake.
If she only knew…