It's about the apparent futility of swimming against the tides.
[ Whether he'd been commenting on the tides of the ocean or the actual Tides, no one really knew. Either way, he finds it fairly pretentious and in some ways, it's ugly. There's something about the colors, though. For a while, he told himself he'd eventually part with it. After all, the haul would be worth it, ugly brushstrokes didn't matter to collectors. He'd held onto it, waiting until Jan Van Eck would stop missing it.
Now he thinks he's grown attached. It reminds him too much of the job he'd done with Inej to get it; her laughter afterwards and the waffles they'd eaten on the roof. He never thought himself a sentimentalist but she's always brought the most surprising things out of him. ]
Not all monsters have obvious teeth. The merchers dress them up in velvet or brocade, figuring their credibility will hide the crimes. [ Van Eck is just one more in a city full of them. He tries to distance himself from those in the Barrel, holding himself above them. But he's just as bad as the murderers and thieves lurking in the alleys. Worse, even, because he's in a position of power. He can abuse it to reach his goals, leaving burned bridges in his wake.
Or so he thought, when he'd hired Kaz and his crew to break into the Ice Court. He figured no one would miss some kids from the Barrel and that he'd easily pull one over on them.
Kaz intends to make him regret ever mugging him on the street. Make him regret every breath he's drawn since he broke their deal on Vellgeluk. ]
He made a mistake. [ Or several. ] I'm going to capitalize on it.
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[ Whether he'd been commenting on the tides of the ocean or the actual Tides, no one really knew. Either way, he finds it fairly pretentious and in some ways, it's ugly. There's something about the colors, though. For a while, he told himself he'd eventually part with it. After all, the haul would be worth it, ugly brushstrokes didn't matter to collectors. He'd held onto it, waiting until Jan Van Eck would stop missing it.
Now he thinks he's grown attached. It reminds him too much of the job he'd done with Inej to get it; her laughter afterwards and the waffles they'd eaten on the roof. He never thought himself a sentimentalist but she's always brought the most surprising things out of him. ]
Not all monsters have obvious teeth. The merchers dress them up in velvet or brocade, figuring their credibility will hide the crimes. [ Van Eck is just one more in a city full of them. He tries to distance himself from those in the Barrel, holding himself above them. But he's just as bad as the murderers and thieves lurking in the alleys. Worse, even, because he's in a position of power. He can abuse it to reach his goals, leaving burned bridges in his wake.
Or so he thought, when he'd hired Kaz and his crew to break into the Ice Court. He figured no one would miss some kids from the Barrel and that he'd easily pull one over on them.
Kaz intends to make him regret ever mugging him on the street. Make him regret every breath he's drawn since he broke their deal on Vellgeluk. ]
He made a mistake. [ Or several. ] I'm going to capitalize on it.