“What? No you’re-” He stops and thinks of everything the Crows have done just in the past week alone. Lying, scheming, fighting, stealing, constantly giving Nic more trouble, and that was just the things he knew of. 

“No, I don’t suppose it will.”

Nicolas didn’t need to ask who the ‘them’ would be. Ketterdam, Stadwatch, the Dregs, maybe even Dirtyhands himself. He’s tried to help so many in his few years in the city, but it seems like every problem he fixes, ten more arise the next day. There’s no way for him alone to save a city that didn’t want saving, and his death would just be another one to add to the boats.

“No, my death wouldn’t but I can hope my life, my actions, would. That something, anything I’ve done, has actually helped someone and changed their life for the better.”