Just saw this link via Whedonesque: "
I, Malcom."
So, what was it like to be Mal? I don't know. ... I guess, imagine wanting, all your life, to be able to fly. Daydreaming about it, fantasizing about it. Imagine that flying was all you ever wanted. Then, for a few months, somebody gave you wings.
... Ooo. That's good. I'm going to write that down.
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