You have to learn to love the small things in life, like a hot bath. You have to love the small things, when you’ve nothing else.
This line broke me softly. It’s not about luxury — it’s survival. A hot bath, a smile, a breath of relief — they’re all tiny rebellions in the face of pain. For Glokta, comfort isn’t taken for granted, it’s earned. And it’s these moments — fleeting, fragile — that keep him going. Heartbreaking, human, beautiful.
