Years doing bounties nobody wanted, years being denied entry into the dræfendgemot, and now this. They’d started a betting pool on which bounty was going to kill him. That stung worse than the beating Feiron’s flunkies had given. He’d wasted years trying to garner the respect that no one had ever planned on giving him.
There has to eventually be some sort of freedom in knowing that there's no point in trying to earn their respect, no?
