Inej: Having trouble with that jar?
Kaz: Yeah, this lid is being a jerk
Matthias, giving Kaz a look: Wonder where it got that from.
Kaz, looking up: From the fridge you fucking moron.
No mourners, no funerals. Another way of saying good luck. But it was something more. A dark wink to the fact that there would be no expensive burials for people like them, no marble markers to remember their names, no wreaths of myrtle and rose.
“Where do think the money went?“ he repeated. "Guns?” asked Jesper. "Ships?“ queried Inej. "Bombs?” suggested Wylan. "Political bribes?“ offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. “This is where you tell us how awful we are,” she whispered. He shrugged. “They all seem like practical choices.”
Nina screamed, a howl that tore from the black space where her heart had beat only moments before. She searched for his pulse, for the light and force that had been Matthias.
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