acatalepsy ▫ logs

[ kaz brekker had, always, considered himself just on the edge of insanity. growing up and surviving in the barrel meant that you had to accept the fact that sanity would be just out of reach. you had to be able to adapt, to shift and change, to be whatever it is the barrel and ketterdam asked of you if you wanted to see the next morning. he found the things he could depend on, and trusted that the rest would constantly change and constantly move and somehow, in the smog and mud and damp streets, found his footing.

but what was going on in this ship was an entirely different animal.

something was getting to him, and the other members of the circle as well. under his skin and crawling along his veins. kaz hates it, but he recognizes it, knows what this feeling is and knows that he can - he has to - master it. he goes walking, despite the screaming pain of his leg, his grip tight and white around the crow's head of his cane. he should find inej, he knows he should, and that is the direction he begins to take.

they have to keep together if they are going to survive any of this. ]