camp. Kelsier stood, dumbfounded. The greatest victory the skaa have known in decades… That was what he fought against. Not just the Lord Ruler, not just the nobility. He fought against a thousand years of conditioning, a thousand years of life in a society that would label the deaths of five thousand men as a “great victory.” Life was so hopeless for the skaa that they’d been reduced to finding comfort in expected defeats. “That wasn’t a victory, Mennis,” Kelsier whispered. “I’ll show you a victory.”
