Maybe it was because they both spoke the same language that Thomas had spared Marcus. Even so, Marcus had looked at this boy who kept himself in a spotless white shirt every single day and found him unbearably irritating, and had always wanted to get that shirt dirty. Every time he'd gone looking for trouble, the result was the same: he came close to getting beaten half to death, over and over.Later, he'd realized that Thomas hadn't spared him out of any momentary softness. It was simply that he hadn't thought Marcus worth his time at all, finding no entertainment in bullying someone so far beneath him.Thomas had still been young at that point, and while his skills were solid, he'd had no real base of power in that country. However good someone's fighting skill was, a blade could still get through, and he was never going to match armed, hardened criminals on that front. And yet, despite that, Thomas had thrived there. Clever people found a way to survive, and even flourish, no
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