I think now, even four years later, we're all tired. We Browncoats have all kinda turned into Mal in a way - we fought our battle valiantly, and in the end we lost. But we still have our ship, and we mean to just continue
. No more heroic battles. No more desperate cries against the injustice of it all. It is what it is. We have our memories. It was a good run. But the passion has cooled, and we've moved on.
At least, that's how I feel about it.
Gorram it! Well said, very shiny. That's exactly how I feel.