The truth is evident to me, the pen wrote. It is not obvious to us, Navani wrote. Because you are human, it replied. Humans cannot be trusted. You do not know how to keep promises, and promises are what make the world function. We make the world function. You must release your captive spren. You must you must. “Ash’s mask…” Kalami said. “It’s a spren, isn’t it?”
