[It’s true that Kaz doesn’t like the idea of saints. He doesn’t like the idea that someone else is in control of his life, he doesn’t like the idea that what happened to him is at the whims of something he can’t beat to death with his cane. Kaz doesn’t want to give someone else credit for pulling himself back to his feet, and he sure as hell doesn’t want to seek revenge on a fairytale he doesn’t believe exists.

He knows she sees it differently. He knows she sees strength in higher powers, finds hope in their light, in beings like Alina and Neyar. It wouldn’t be Inej without her faith, and while he doesn’t trust those she places her faith in sometimes, he always has faith in her.

She’s right. He doesn’t see himself as any savior, either. He likes to think they simply fought their way together to this point. That she was brave enough to approach him, and that he was smart enough to notice her.]

I’ve walked over more bodies than I’ve pulled out of the shadows, Inej. I’m not a good person. You’re more than the shadows, though. Seems like you’re getting the chance to prove that.

We can just keep saying it’s easier to hook a slaver than a fish. Say something enough times to enough people and it becomes the truth.