"I'm coming back, Nahri," he promised. "You're my Banu Nahida. This is my city." His expression was defiant. "Nothing will keep me from either of you."
He looks like he belongs here, she thought. Like a ghost forgotten in time, searching for its long dead-companions.
“You're some kind of thief, then?"
"That a very narrow-minded way of looking at it. I prefer to think of myself as a merchant of delicate tasks.”
“Greatness takes time, Banu Nahida. Often the mightiest things have the humblest beginnings.”
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