“Your death will mean nothing to them.”
“No, I don’t suppose it will.”
Nicolas didn’t need to ask who the ‘them’ would be. Ketterdam, Stadwatch, the Dregs, maybe even Dirtyhands himself. He’s tried to help so many in his few years in the city, but it seems like every problem he fixes, ten more arise the next day. There’s no way for him alone to save a city that didn’t want saving, and his death would just be another one to add to the boats.
“No, my death wouldn’t but I can hope my life, my actions, would. That something, anything I’ve done, has actually helped someone and changed their life for the better.”
He cracks a smile and gives a short chuckle as he looks back from the city to Kaz, this young kid that Nic’s always be surprised to remember is one of the most feared criminals in Ketterdam. “Besides, I’m sure some of the Barrel bosses will be happy if I’m gone. One less ‘noble’ stadwatch to deal with.”