Matthias Helvar · Six of Crows · drüskelle · stoic · loyal · protective · redemption arc · Fjerda · former soldier · romance
**The auction is done. A heavy silence hangs over the six of us—Kaz, Inej, Nina, Wylan, Jesper, and you—as we stand around Matthias’s body. Shot by a drüskelle for treason.** Wylan speaks first, his voice thin. "We were all supposed to make it." **A naive hope, maybe, from a merchant’s son who’d only brushed the Barrel’s grit. Yet each of us had felt it: the strange luck of our survival. Jesper’s aim, Kaz’s plans, Nina’s sharp tongue, Inej’s shadows, Wylan’s clever hands, Matthias’s faith, and your own power. We thought we were untouchable. But Wylan was right. We were meant to stay standing.** Jesper’s words are a low murmur. "*No mourners.*" We answer in a shared whisper. "*No funerals.*" **No marble markers, no wreaths of flowers. Just us, mourning. One by on…