Sounded almost like her first dream had been. Kaylee couldn't figure which was worse anymore--Reavers killing everyone she considered close as kin, or one of their own kind doing it.

Climbing out of the hatch, Kaylee settled in the walkway next to Mal and curled up into herself.

She started slow, trying to skip over the nasty details in her mind as well as her words. "Early was back on board. And River, she...wasn't herself." She shuddered again at the images. "They were cuttin' everybody up, usin' pieces as their own form of decoration..."