Traditions, rituals. It's one of many ways that he and Inej differ. To be fair, most people he knows find comfort in the familiarity of routines, of knowing what to expect and embracing boundaries that bring them joy. Kaz had that as well once upon a time, but rather than risk losing it again he's eschewed such things. There are no holidays he celebrates, no spiritual figures he embraces, no act he performs daily that would leave him feeling unsettled if he missed it.

Nothing, except perhaps her very presence in his life. His shadow that he's gotten so used to relying upon, without even realizing it. It terrifies him when he acknowledges it, yet he still finds himself wanting to draw near to the anchoring stillness she provides him.

Of course, he makes a sour face at the mention of meditation, nose wrinkling. "Are you sure meditation isn't really just an excuse to take a nap without anyone noticing?" The thought of remaining still to center himself is utterly baffling, even though he knows it's a serious practice for many. "The rest though, I get. Not doing it, but I get why you do it."