Originally Posted by txpossum
We all die sometime; why not go out with a good blade in your hand and the smell of roasting coffee beans in your nose.
I'd rather go out with good steel in my hand and the smell of roasting bad guys!
But the smell of a good cuppa tea brewing would be nice.
“Somebody has to speak for these people. Y'all got on this boat for different reasons, but y'all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything, I know this—they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, ten? They'll swing back to the belief that they can make people...better. And I do not hold to that. So no more runnin'. I aim to misbehave.” Mal Reynolds Serenity/Firefly