[He remembers well how much Don would praise and admire the Fixers. Also distinctly by comparison how much Vergilius' guilt for being one, for all that he'd done, and how he'd told Daan to never consider being one. Not that Daan would, but maybe if he was born in the City. Maybe, maybe. Then he'd just be Roland jfc

But are they really that revered? Could be, especially by those who don't know just how ugly everything and anything can be.]

Well, that explains his social skills. Or, lack thereof sometimes.

[Daan lowers his eye, letting out a shuddering breath. ugh everything sucks]

...Yeah. That checks out for him. Ever keen on being the prickly bastard he is.

Thanks for the insight, Don.