[ that causes her to pause, and inej lays a hand flat on the bag to stop it swaying so she can look at him, brow furrowed. she almost looks confused, at the statement. broke his arm? for what, touching her?
jesper, that had been the boy who had grabbed the man's arm in the first place. his first instinct, to stop it, and his second, apparently, to tell kaz. who, for better or for worse, seemed to be her protector in this place.
a potential ally, then. or, at least, someone kind. there's a shortage of kindness, in ketterdam. she hasn't had much of it, lately.
she doesn't bother saying thank you. she doesn't imagine kaz brekker would really enjoy hearing it for something like that, from what little she knows about him. and inej finally lets her hands drop from the bag, examining her bruised knuckles for a brief moment before crossing her arms over her chest, fixing him with a frown.
she dislikes the word responsibility. mostly because: ]
I am no one's pet.
[ her tone is crisp, her fingers digging into her forearms, eyes flinty, jaw clenched. ]
So whatever consequences I have to bear are my own. I am not afraid of Per Haskell. Or you.
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Date: 2020-12-26 10:02 pm (UTC)jesper, that had been the boy who had grabbed the man's arm in the first place. his first instinct, to stop it, and his second, apparently, to tell kaz. who, for better or for worse, seemed to be her protector in this place.
a potential ally, then. or, at least, someone kind. there's a shortage of kindness, in ketterdam. she hasn't had much of it, lately.
she doesn't bother saying thank you. she doesn't imagine kaz brekker would really enjoy hearing it for something like that, from what little she knows about him. and inej finally lets her hands drop from the bag, examining her bruised knuckles for a brief moment before crossing her arms over her chest, fixing him with a frown.
she dislikes the word responsibility. mostly because: ]
I am no one's pet.
[ her tone is crisp, her fingers digging into her forearms, eyes flinty, jaw clenched. ]
So whatever consequences I have to bear are my own. I am not afraid of Per Haskell. Or you.
[ she's seen far worse than either of them. ]