“And so you worked together,” Vin said. “Both with a promise,” Ruin said. “My promise was to work with him to create you—life that thinks, life that loves.” “And his promise?” Vin asked, fearing that she knew the answer. “That I could destroy you eventually,” Ruin said softly. “And I have come to claim what was promised me. The sole point in creating something is to watch it die. Like a story that must come to a climax, what I have done will not be fulfilled until the end has arrived.”
