This fic so far is all Nick studying Renard and I LOVE IT.

Gigglesnort at Nick’s moment of vindictive pleasure that his captors are afraid of him even when he’s handcuffed. The characterization in this fic is so canon.

I feel like I am Nick in this, ferreting out all these heartbreaking little details about Sean’s past from the things he doesn’t say.

How far do you trust Renard, Nick? With your life? What if his show of loyalty requires throwing Nick under the bus? Nadya did say she views Nick as a threat.

Interesting notion, that a lot of the Resistance might just be humans, and that they would have less to lose.

“We’ve been kidnapped by the Resistance.” NO SHIT RENARD. REALLY? I couldn’t tell, what with all the ambiguity inherent in waking up handcuffed in a deserted warehouse after being tasered in a parking garage.

Sean Renard, cool as a cucumber and lounging like a damn king even while kidnapped and handcuffed.

Wait wait WHAT. The Resistance did this?! Or do I trust Renard on this? And what was he about to tell Nick?!

Well damn, they dropped us right into the middle of it with this one. Nick’s all beaten up and cuffed to a pipe in a factory somewhere…and so is Renard. Oh dear.

What Doesn’t Kill Us

“You don’t have much of an imagination, do you?” Renard’s voice came, deceptively mild. “Is that really the only relationship you can imagine between a Royal and a Grimm?”

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