But she was also becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of doing what was necessary, no matter how distasteful. She was no longer solely her own person. She belonged to the New Empire. She had been its knife—now it was time to try a different role. I have to do it, she thought, sitting in the red sunlight. There is a puzzle here—something to be solved. What was it Kelsier liked to say? There’s always another secret.
