Do something, Kelsier! Use the metal! The Lord Ruler glanced at the Inquisitor that Kelsier had killed. “Those are very hard to replace.” His accented voice carried easily to Vin’s tin-enhanced ears. Even from a distance, she could see Kelsier smile. “I killed you, once,” the Lord Ruler said, turning back to Kelsier. “You tried,” Kelsier replied, his voice loud and firm, carrying across the square. “But you can’t kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that thing you’ve never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope.”
