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[Dictated very evenly, though it's somber.]

Kaylee and John Marston's gone on home.

Sorry to anyone who knew them.

[... Not what he was expecting to hear.

Then again. He's been so wrapped up in whatever he does all day that he hasn't even been checking on Kaylee after her loss, or John after he came back. So overall, it's not a surprise he missed them.]

Here's hoping.

[A low growl, something like a sigh. He hadn't known John, but he remembered Kaylee.]

Sorry.

Hm.

They'll be happier there.

...'Cause of Paris?

I heard a few things.

Yeah. [That's good to hear. Not everyone had happy fun times to go home to.]

[Quietly]

Kaylee's gone?

Kaylee got home, I'm sure of it. Wouldn't want to be away from her ship any longer than needed.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Just now? I mean, did she just leave?

[It bothers Fred even more, somehow, that she might not have noticed. That she let herself get distracted]

[Yep well she doesn't know the situation back home with John, but he maybe gets back with his family. And hey Kaylee is definitely happy! She just makes an agreeing noise]

Just recently, yes.

[Give or take a day or two- but who needs to know the details]

Darn it, Kaylee.

[That's not for anyone at all, really. And Fred will never stop thinking it's important. A part of her will never not be convinced there's some sort of clue in the math. She just hasn't been smart enough to find it]

[Spike isn't sure at all, but he'll keep it to himself. (Shocker.)]

Yeah.

Doubtful?

She'll be alright back home, if that's a comfort.

I wouldn't be the one to know.

[ That somberness? Meet sadness and fear turning hysterical ] No. No. Can't be gone. NO.

kaylees gone?
aw drat

Ohh ... [she can just HEAR the pouting] Oh, Zoe. I - I'm sorry.

No, it is. It does help.

[And it did. Fred knows better than most that isn't always the case]

No, you wouldn't be.

River?

Where are you?

Knew her?

It's alright, she's back with her ship and John's with his family.

Good.

[Yep well in this case she's happy with her ship! ]

not very well but yeah
she was making a robot for my moirail

Thanks. For letting me know, I mean.

Right. [Just call him Mr. Pessimistic. He doesn't know why he brought it up.]

A room. It's blank, nothing there but a child. It has a name.

...what're we going to do now, Zoe?

Yeah, she ... really did talk about Serenity a lot. ... I sure do wish I could see it, someday. It sounded like it was really somethin'.

It's no trouble.

Your room?

Moirail?

Keep on goin', sir. She's probably back with Serenity.

[a soft amused sound]

She's not the fanciest ship in the 'verse, but she flies well.

Yes. It says River.

On my way.

[She's heading there!!]

I never thought that anything had to be fancy on the outside to be any good. [she can probably hear his smile] You should've seen our company car before I fixed it up, back home ...

Not moving.

It just don't seem right. This place hand picking folk, messing with their heads, and then just spitting them back out-- We can only hope she's back.

Imagine we'll ever head back ourselves?

its a troll thing
sort of like a fated partner but without the concupiscent tone of matespritship

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