else. Confronting difficult things was a problem for her, but part of finding her balance—three personas, each of them distinctly useful—had come when she’d accepted her pain. Even if she didn’t deserve it. The balance was working. She was functioning. But are we getting better? Veil asked. Or merely hovering in place? I’ll accept not getting worse, Shallan thought. For how long? Veil asked. A year now of standing in the wind, not sliding backward, but not progressing. You need to start remembering eventually. The difficult things …
