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randominityJayne tasted. He tasted Vera's cold steel, imagined he could taste the gun powder he'd put into hundreds of men, and dozens of Reavers. He tasted the taint on her, from being used on creatures less than men, and he couldn't wait to get working again, to kill men like he was supposed to. Like he was paid to.
He'd tasted sweat, and fear, and something Mal smiled and called regret; the sort of thing that made a man sorry to die too soon. Jayne never figured on having regrets, so when he got a chance, he tasted Mal, too.
He'd tasted sweat, and fear, and something Mal smiled and called regret; the sort of thing that made a man sorry to die too soon. Jayne never figured on having regrets, so when he got a chance, he tasted Mal, too.
