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SESSION #2: Kaz Brekker, Literary Therapist

SESSION #2: Kaz Brekker, Literary Therapist

A Consultation With the Bastard of the Barrel

The first rule of therapy with Kaz Brekker is simple: Do not show weakness.

Not because he’ll exploit it—no, that would be too easy. Kaz does not waste time on the weak. But because the moment you do, he’ll hand you a knife and tell you to do something about it.

You wanted comfort? Try Jesper.
You wanted validation? Inej will pray for you.
You wanted someone to tell you “It’s okay to cry”? You’re in the wrong damn office.

Kaz Brekker is not here to heal you. He is here to make you dangerous.

The Appointment Begins

The meeting takes place in a dimly lit room, the walls lined with books, maps, and the kind of ledgers that don’t make it into official accounting records. Everything in here has been stolen or earned in blood.

Kaz is already seated when you arrive, gloved hands folded before him, a cane leaning against his chair. He does not offer you a greeting.

He does not offer you a seat.

He simply lifts his gaze, dark and unreadable, and says:

"Clock’s ticking. Talk."

The air shifts. You do not know if it is the room or your own lungs that have suddenly compressed, but your next breath feels too shallow.

You tell him about the pain of fictional loss.
The books that have wrecked you beyond repair.
The characters who have been stolen too soon.
The stories that have buried themselves inside you and won’t let go.

You tell him about Matthias.

Kaz doesn’t flinch.

But his fingers tighten ever so slightly around the head of his cane.

For a moment, you think he might understand. That perhaps he, too, has felt the knife of narrative betrayal lodged somewhere deep in his ribs.

And then, just as quickly, the moment is gone.

"Sounds like you got played," he says, voice as dry as old parchment. "You bet your emotions on something that was never yours to keep."

You sit, stunned into silence, as he leans forward, balancing his weight on his cane. His expression is unreadable, his voice low and deliberate.

"The world doesn’t care about your grief. Your books won’t undo themselves. Your fictional people won’t come back. So the question is, what are you going to do with all that pain?"

He tilts his head, waiting. Calculating.

"Are you going to let it break you?"

Or…

"Are you going to make it regret ever touching you?"

Your Progress Report: Not His Problem

Kaz does not ask how you’re feeling at the end of the session.

He does not offer words of reassurance.

He simply watches you, his gaze cool and calculating.

Then, after a long silence, he speaks:

"You came here looking for comfort. A mistake. Comfort doesn’t change anything. Comfort doesn’t make you stronger."

He shifts in his chair, adjusting his gloves.

"Go build something out of all that hurt. Make them regret it."

He gestures vaguely toward the door.

"And don’t come back until you’ve done it."

"You think grief makes you special?" Kaz’s voice is quiet now, but it cuts like a blade. "It doesn’t. We all carry ghosts. Some of us just refuse to let them win."

The session is over.

You walk out of the room, shaken but strangely empowered.

Because the truth is… you’ll never be okay.

But Kaz Brekker doesn’t do okay.

Kaz Brekker does survival.

And now? So do you.

📢 Would You Survive Therapy With Kaz Brekker?

🔥 Are you feeling inspired? Empowered? Slightly afraid?
🔥 Do you now have an inexplicable urge to plan a heist?

Tell me in the comments.

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