““So do I ever get to meet them?” she asks. He blinks, almost pulls the phone away from his ear to stare at it. “Who?” “The ones who’ll set the world on fire if they have to burn. They sound like my kind of people.” It startles a laugh out of him. “Oh, they are, they—no. No, absolutely not, you are never allowed to meet them,” he says sternly, brain catching up to the implications of that statement. Christ, Priya would get along with Inara and Bliss without question. Like a fucking house on fire. No. Her””
