"I want_" he stopped. "Never mind what I want...." His voice was quieter now.
"What do you want?"
"You. Always you!"
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Part one: Half my soul.
Part two: she's no angel, he's no saint.
Part three: Dark paradise.
Part four: Tattered...
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very, very Mad world, mad world Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy birthday, happy birthday And I feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me Hello, teacher! Tell me, what's my lesson? Look right through me, look right through me And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very, very Mad world, mad world
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Cornelis Smeet tipped, losing his footing. The boy who had run into him stepped forward, offering assistance. The boy was Kaz, but he was not Kaz. His dark hair was mussed, his manner flustered.
"Terribly sorry, sir," Kaz said, he bent to the cobblestones. "I think you dropped your wallet."
Smeet said in surprise. "Thank you very much."
Then, as Matthias watched in disbelief, Smeet drew out a five kruge bill. "There you are. Pays to be honest."
Kaz kept his head down as he murmured, "Too kind, sir. May Ghezen be as generous."
The lawyer went on his way, oblivious to the fact that he'd just run directly into Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands.
"You didn't put it on the chain?" asked Matthias as Kaz and Wylan joined him. He knew such tricks were well within Kaz's abilities.
"Didn't bother." Kaz replied.
Matthias had kept his gaze trained on Kaz's gloved hands, but even knowing that Kaz intended to return the whistle, Matthias hadn't been able to detect the moment of deception. He was tempted to drag Smeet back and make Kaz perform the trick again.
Kaz neatened his hair with his fingers. Matthias tossed Kaz his cane. Kaz had been wise to not use his walking stick. If someone noticed a boy with a crow's head cane lurking around, all their work would be for nothing. To get Aeolian back, they would need surprise on their side, and the demjin was not the type to leave anything to chance.
