Locke put his head in his hands and sighed. “I don’t expect life to make sense,” he said after a few moments, “but it would certainly be pleasant if … - Scott Lynch

“What do you have to say to that?“
“Oh, very little, to be sure, Master Kosta. It’s so hard to think, overawed as I am with the sublime genius of your plan.“
“That bears some vague resemblance to sarcasm.“
“God forfend,“ said Jean. “You wound me! Your inexpressible criminal virtues have triumphed again, as inevitably as the tides come and go. I cast myself at your feet and beg for absolution. Yours is the genius that nourishes the heart of the world.“
“And now you’re—“
“If only there was a leper handy,“ interrupted Jean, "so you could lay your hands on and magically heal him.“

“You’re taking the world awfully personally. Didn’t Chains ever tell you about the Golden Theological Principle?”
“The what?”
“The single congruent aspect of every known religion. The one shared, universal assumption about the human condition.”
“What is it?”
“He said that life boils down to standing in line to get shit dropped on your head. Everyone’s got a place in the queue, you can’t get out of it, and just when you start to congratulate yourself on surviving your dose of shit, you discover that the line is actually circular.”
“I’m just old enough to find that distressingly accurate.”
“You see? It’s universal,” said Locke.

Nikoros, your job this afternoon is to say yes to anything that comes out of my mouth. The more you rehearse this, the sooner it'll become a smooth mechanical process allowing no time for painful reflection. Can you practice for me?
Yes.
You're a natural.