"No one is worthless," Mairi asserts quickly. "Nothing really ever is, honestly. Just depends on who you ask. Back home, I knew a Tabaxi who collected the most random assortment of bullshit like it was a treasure hoard. And to me, it looked like garbage, but to him, it was--- the story of how he'd gotten here. A treasure trove of cherished memories. If Red's collection of ruined books and chicken bones and stolen figurines had value to him, then a person who's willing to pay a terrible cost to keep people safe like you did makes diamonds look cheap."