[ His temper had always been a problem. When he'd crawled out of the harbor, he'd sharpened it to a fine point, used it as a weapon so he wasn't swallowed whole by Ketterdam's lack of mercy. ]
Maybe. He was very easy going. [ Too easy going for a city like this. Kaz stares out towards the water for a moment, thinking about what will never happen. It stings, but it isn't the sharp jab he carried for years—getting rid of Pekka had granted him that, at least. ]
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[ His temper had always been a problem. When he'd crawled out of the harbor, he'd sharpened it to a fine point, used it as a weapon so he wasn't swallowed whole by Ketterdam's lack of mercy. ]
Maybe. He was very easy going. [ Too easy going for a city like this. Kaz stares out towards the water for a moment, thinking about what will never happen. It stings, but it isn't the sharp jab he carried for years—getting rid of Pekka had granted him that, at least. ]
Where are you sailing off to next?