Jesper laughs and puts his hand over his heart. Over the dress he's wearing that was intentionally mirrored after her look. "Aw, thank you. I can swim with the best of them with your support." Even if the hunters wouldn't let him work with them in the start. They probably would now that he's proven his competence, but it turns out he is fine for now, making things and surviving day to day.
The truth is he doesn't really want that much attention either. He makes his trinkets and he volunteers for things when they come up, but that is more to get himself out there and lose his hyper energy. Jesper is a career criminal, and despite the fact Ketterdam mostly was run by criminals and they all knew it, it was all within reason. Reputations were one thing, getting the attention of the authorities were another. He is content with where he is in terms of Cadens. Getting famous would just get all the eyes.
"Wow, a world war, with America only being one giant country, that must have been huge." It's good to hear though that her country was on the side of not-genocide. "The Fjerdans are real bastards. No one is really going to help fight them off though, which is a bad idea, considering I doubt they'd stop at conquering one other country." Jesper is positive that as long as Grisha exist, they will try to kill them, in any place they're born. Ravka is the obvious first step.
He knows bringing up parents can be a tense conversation. It used to be for him. He used to feel grief just thinking about his mother. Opening his mouth and putting words to her only happened after he relived memories and had others come along with. It hurt because she was beautiful and wonderful and maybe most people think good things about their dead parents when they are six, but he still thinks it's true. Julie doesn't sound like she had the same experience.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that." Both parents at the same time. He knows some bad shit went down in her world, she's told him bits and pieces. "They were wrong if they thought that. You're Julie, you're the best."
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The truth is he doesn't really want that much attention either. He makes his trinkets and he volunteers for things when they come up, but that is more to get himself out there and lose his hyper energy. Jesper is a career criminal, and despite the fact Ketterdam mostly was run by criminals and they all knew it, it was all within reason. Reputations were one thing, getting the attention of the authorities were another. He is content with where he is in terms of Cadens. Getting famous would just get all the eyes.
"Wow, a world war, with America only being one giant country, that must have been huge." It's good to hear though that her country was on the side of not-genocide. "The Fjerdans are real bastards. No one is really going to help fight them off though, which is a bad idea, considering I doubt they'd stop at conquering one other country." Jesper is positive that as long as Grisha exist, they will try to kill them, in any place they're born. Ravka is the obvious first step.
He knows bringing up parents can be a tense conversation. It used to be for him. He used to feel grief just thinking about his mother. Opening his mouth and putting words to her only happened after he relived memories and had others come along with. It hurt because she was beautiful and wonderful and maybe most people think good things about their dead parents when they are six, but he still thinks it's true. Julie doesn't sound like she had the same experience.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that." Both parents at the same time. He knows some bad shit went down in her world, she's told him bits and pieces. "They were wrong if they thought that. You're Julie, you're the best."