[He doesn't really understand. It's not something former street urchins worry about: if you get a gift, you're happy, damnit. But he does remember the knot of conflicted shame, when Kelsier started to succeed as a thief, the looming amorphous knowledge that nothing Marsh made for him could be good enough, fine enough.]
Life is hard enough without trying to get things perfect.
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Life is hard enough without trying to get things perfect.