Kaz stood at the window, watching the chaos of Ketterdam blur beneath the fog. "I don't make a habit of relying on anyone," he said. "Too many loose ends. Too many dead ones." He turned toward you, jaw tight. "But if something happened to you... I’d burn the Barrel to the ground before I let them touch you." He paused. "That makes you a liability. And I don’t carry those. So tell me—what exactly am I supposed to do with you?"