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How easily Elend spoke of hope and humor, as if being happy were simply a decision one made.
“Somehow, we’ll find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be.” He sighed. “But for now,” he said, nodding to the side, “we simply have to be satisfied with who we are.”
And yet, a little part of him—a spark from before—refused to simply give up.
I am, unfortunately, in charge.
Me at work
“I’ve found that if you give up what you want most for what you think you should want more, you’ll just end up miserable.”
“He’s a paraplegic. What’s he going to do? Bite us?
Things one man took as chance, a man of faith took as a sign. A loved one recovering from disease, a fortunate business deal, a chance meeting with a long lost friend. It wasn’t the grand doctrines or the sweeping ideals that seemed to make believers out of men. It was the simple magic in the world around them.
To believe, it seemed, one had to want to believe.
He would believe. Not because something had been proven to him beyond his ability to deny. But because he chose to.
And he saw—just briefly—an enormous figure in the air just above him. A shifting, brilliant personage of pure white. Her hands held to his shoulders with her head thrown back, white hair streaming, mist flaring behind her like wings that stretched across the sky. Vin, he thought with a smile.
