As a person of colour with faith I find myself reflected in Inej’s very soul, the way Leigh Bardugo so softly and without pretension depicts the inner conflicts of an individual in concerns to their situation in life and their faith, the things they have to do in order to survive, or to cope with survival, the relationships made in that time, all of them are written through the view of someone with faith which ultimately differs from other points of view, especially when that faith isn’t commonly practiced where you are situated. idk where I’m going with this but I just guess every time I go through soc/ck I’m always just blown away not only by how well Leigh writes but with how sensitively, well researched and HUMAN she writes.
“What makes you think we can do this? There will be other teams out there, trained soldiers and spies, people with years of experience.” - “This isn’t a job for trained soldiers and spies. It’s a job for thugs and thieves. Van Eck knows it, and that’s why he brought us in.”
It’s so sad, because it’s so hard to make her understand. It’s so hard to make her understand. I’ve gotten all these things for her. I’ve gotten all these things for her and now she just… she just wants to run away.
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”