[ how he is so calm after what inej perceives as a betrayal completely baffles her. but she supposes it has always been this way; kaz's anger tends to run cold and ruthless, whereas inej runs hot. she acts on emotion, rather than calculation, and kaz sees all sides of the problem before anyone else does. so when kaz says that they did exactly what they needed him to do, she runs the scene over in her head again.
a bloodbath wouldn't have suited anyone, she supposes that much is true. and had inej gotten involved, it certainly would have become one. few people in the dregs have actually seen inej fight in close combat, her preferred style always lingering in the rooftops, silent as the grave. and once the dregs figured out that the wraith could only handle so many people at once, she would have quickly been overrun and pinned to the ground. or worse.
diplomacy, of all things, was what won in the end. and pride.
so inej exhales slowly, releasing the anger out in a single breath as she unscrews a jar of healing balm. ]
The majority of them are pathetic sellswords who would flee to the highest bidder.
[ in a disgruntled mutter, which is really just code for inej admitting that kaz is right, without saying the words. but she will quietly remove anika, roeder, and pim from her list of the aggrieved. for now, anyway.
she glances at him, then, her expression less muted fury and more a familiar softer concern, her brow furrowing a little. glad to see he's using the compress, but he really should have some balm on his more open wounds. and his split lip. and, more importantly: ]
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Date: 2021-04-26 03:53 pm (UTC)a bloodbath wouldn't have suited anyone, she supposes that much is true. and had inej gotten involved, it certainly would have become one. few people in the dregs have actually seen inej fight in close combat, her preferred style always lingering in the rooftops, silent as the grave. and once the dregs figured out that the wraith could only handle so many people at once, she would have quickly been overrun and pinned to the ground. or worse.
diplomacy, of all things, was what won in the end. and pride.
so inej exhales slowly, releasing the anger out in a single breath as she unscrews a jar of healing balm. ]
The majority of them are pathetic sellswords who would flee to the highest bidder.
[ in a disgruntled mutter, which is really just code for inej admitting that kaz is right, without saying the words. but she will quietly remove anika, roeder, and pim from her list of the aggrieved. for now, anyway.
she glances at him, then, her expression less muted fury and more a familiar softer concern, her brow furrowing a little. glad to see he's using the compress, but he really should have some balm on his more open wounds. and his split lip. and, more importantly: ]
Do you want your ribs bandaged?