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“Seein’ as how I’ve personally witnessed y’ almost die, and not, more times ‘n I wanna count, no.” Jayne sighed. Bullets flew all around them, and the blasts of guns made it near on impossible to talk. “Sit your ass down, ‘fore y’ get a bullet t’ the brainpan. That ain’t so easy t’ fix as a hole in the stomach, Will.Won’t be able t’ carry y’ back like that.” Willender frustrated Jayne no end. Constantly throwing herself at the danger to make sure she was the one hurt, not the others.
Will looked down at Jayne, stoic and determined. But she dropped, at his asking. How couldn’t she, with those blue eyes looking up at her. “Fine," she groaned, “but we gotta do somethin’. We lose this, we don’t get paid, Mal’s gonna be pissed. We’re gon’ be hungry.” She took the time to check over and reload her revolvers. The automatic pistol on her hip hadn’t seen use yet, nor had her Anabelle - her rifle. “C’mon, shwai, don’t look so worried about me.”
