"I bet you did." It had, in the end, become part of the myth, the legend
of the Bastard of the Barrel. If nobody ever touched him (and gods knew
that he couldn't stand anyone to touch him before Inej reminded him how
warm living flesh is) then nobody could ever carry the truth back - that
there was nothing wrong with the palms of Kaz Brekker's hands, but
everything wrong with his brain, with his heart. "Just never saw the
point. Other things to do."
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Date: 2016-08-28 12:51 pm (UTC)"I bet you did." It had, in the end, become part of the myth, the legend of the Bastard of the Barrel. If nobody ever touched him (and gods knew that he couldn't stand anyone to touch him before Inej reminded him how warm living flesh is) then nobody could ever carry the truth back - that there was nothing wrong with the palms of Kaz Brekker's hands, but everything wrong with his brain, with his heart. "Just never saw the point. Other things to do."