Sibling Rivalry

[Omi]

"What're you tryin' to say, Mal?" she replied, looking taken aback. "Like - that's what this's always been about. We're fightin' here 'cause this is the only force in the galaxy that can stop those bastards. An' once it's all over, back home is where we'll go."

Shrugging visibly, she pushed the pudding away. She didn't feel so hungry any more.

"It's not like I gave up on Leeds - on home, Mal. It's just that there's - there's just nothin' to be gained fightin' there any more. We gotta look to the long term - watch what's gonna happen months, years from now after the Gauls're pushed out. Won't happen overnight - they've already seen to that. But after they're gone - well, who knows? Only God knows, I s'pose."

Briefly, Marisa shot her brother a glance of her own, though it was more concerned than angry.

"You needa get that cough seen to, though, or you won't be goin' anywhere." she declared, levelling her fork at him accusingly, like a judge passing sentence on a condemned man. "That can't be good for ya."

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