And that was what destroyed you in the end: the longing for something you could never have.

docile

commiserating

She would fight for him, but she could not heal him. She would not waste her life trying.

Inej worried her lower lip.

expatriates

“There’s a wound in you, and the tables, the dice, the cards—they feel like medicine. They soothe you, put you right for a time. But they’re poison, Jesper. Every time you play, you take another sip. You have to find some other way to heal that part of yourself.” She laid her hand on his chest. “Stop treating your pain like it’s something you

the meeting finally broke apart, the coffee

If they could be made to see miracles where once they’d seen abomination, what else might change?