[You little rascal. Not that he's actually worried Cassel wants to. But Cassel has always reminded him of the best of Kelsier, and it's a little of the way he talked to Kelsier in the rare good times, easy and prissy, elbows-in-sides, comfortable familiarity, a sliver of the way they could have loved each other if Marsh hadn't been so utterly unprepared for parenting him.
Cassel is not his brother, or his son. Cassel is a bit of brightness that just latched onto him and refused to leave, and Marsh is so very grateful.]
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[You little rascal. Not that he's actually worried Cassel wants to. But Cassel has always reminded him of the best of Kelsier, and it's a little of the way he talked to Kelsier in the rare good times, easy and prissy, elbows-in-sides, comfortable familiarity, a sliver of the way they could have loved each other if Marsh hadn't been so utterly unprepared for parenting him.
Cassel is not his brother, or his son. Cassel is a bit of brightness that just latched onto him and refused to leave, and Marsh is so very grateful.]