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He stood there at the mirror, green eyes staring back as he held a pair of sharp scissors.  Slowly raising the cutting implement, Mal sighed and lowered it again with a shake of his head.  It wasn’t worth it… HE wasn’t worth it.  Not that cold, heartless bastard who had denied his grandson any sense of closure in the matter.  Dying of lung cancer, the man had held out his stubborn streak until the very end as he refused to understand that Mal had been trying to reach out to him.  Trying to make things right between them.  The younger man thought that maybe… just maybe… it could have been a real moment of som