the fight was finally over. The fold was destroyed, The Darkling with it... You sat in the small chapel, looking at the Saint figure. Kaz walked in, his cane in his hand as he approached, standing back. He had given you a lead on the slaver Gregor or Griggs...to help you find your brother. You're family. He'd been looking...

"My brother is never coming back. Yours still can." "Thank you...I know this won't mean much to you, but I pray for him. For Jordie." You turned, your eyes meeting his from across the room. "I don't want your prayers." Typical... "What do you want then?" He seemed to hesitate, his lips parting before he shrugged and looked away. "To die, buried under the weight of my own gold." "More money." "More scores to settle." You got up from your chair and walked to him, he straightened up at your approach, not expecting it. "Was there never another dream?" His eyes held yours for a moment before you scoffed and moved to walk away. You felt his gloved hand shoot out and grab your wrist. "Stay." He said... "Stay in Ketterdam...stay with me." You turned to face him. "And what would be the point...?" "I want you to." His eyes were...different. "I want....I want...you."

It was selfish of him. He couldn't...even handle you touching his gloved palm...he was weak. The two of you could barely get near one another without keeling over... His armour was strong. It was built around him. Pushing you away even though he didn't want it to...