" First, you’re going to tell me what you do for a living.” “I’m an apprentice!” he said. “Scribe’s apprentice!” “You need both hands for that?” He looked at me weird. “Uh, no?” And then he screamed as I brought the heel of my boot down on his hand and heard each finger break under it. I suppose it would have been more poetic to make him swear to give up his life of crime. In truth, I’d tried that before in my more callow days. Enough scars and mistakes later, I learned that experience teaches best. "

― Sam Sykes , Seven Blades in Black (The Grave of Empires, #1)