Vin glanced at the withered form on the ground a short distance away. “It’s him. The Lord Ruler. He’s dead.” Sazed frowned curiously, standing. He wore a brown robe, and had brought a simple wooden spear with him. Vin shook her head at the thought of such a pitiful weapon facing the creature that had nearly killed her and Marsh. Of course. In a way, we were all just as useless. We should be dead, not the Lord Ruler. I pulled his bracelets off. Why? Why can I do things like he can? Why am I different? “Mistress…” Sazed said slowly. “He is not dead, I think. He’s…still alive.”
