
My face is worth three times this ship. It's the first time my father ever valued me that high, and for a moment it felt good, until I got to the words 'alive only' and folded that feeling away.
Three times, huh. Made me so mad wondering my own worth that I went and counted the powder kegs.
I grabbed a copy of that paper too. I'll let you know if the price goes up. Selling it is a separate conversation, for later.



