"When you're actually in my arms and not here, I promise to take you up on that."
It's an odd thing for Kaz to say, even for himself, but it feels right. Pretend they're themselves, who they've become over the last few months, and not let himself remember the things he's seen that have done so much damage to him. Bleeding shrines and monsters reaching from the darkness. So much that ignites primal fears within and leave him with constant images of Jordie's body dancing at the edge of his vision.
"I've used Grisha magic in all manners of things for as long as I can remember," he says, the words as much for himself as for Jesper. "Believing in the small science is a part of who we are."
It's easy enough to say that, though they both know it's not the same. He had not had those same skills until he came here and had always been relying on the skills of others. Now he had to find it within himself.
He holds his hand out, repeating the words without saying them out loud. Drawing a breath he repeats them aloud this time.
The flame is not big, more a trickling of fire over his palm. Kaz frowns, straightening in his seat as his gaze narrows, staring at his own hand, preparing to try again.
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It's an odd thing for Kaz to say, even for himself, but it feels right. Pretend they're themselves, who they've become over the last few months, and not let himself remember the things he's seen that have done so much damage to him. Bleeding shrines and monsters reaching from the darkness. So much that ignites primal fears within and leave him with constant images of Jordie's body dancing at the edge of his vision.
"I've used Grisha magic in all manners of things for as long as I can remember," he says, the words as much for himself as for Jesper. "Believing in the small science is a part of who we are."
It's easy enough to say that, though they both know it's not the same. He had not had those same skills until he came here and had always been relying on the skills of others. Now he had to find it within himself.
He holds his hand out, repeating the words without saying them out loud. Drawing a breath he repeats them aloud this time.
The flame is not big, more a trickling of fire over his palm. Kaz frowns, straightening in his seat as his gaze narrows, staring at his own hand, preparing to try again.