“You think you belong among us?” Zahel said. “The worn-out soldiers of the world? The men with souls so thin, they shiver in a stiff breeze?” “That’s what I’ve become,” Kaladin said. “I know why most of them left the battlefield, Zahel. But not you. Why did you join the ardents?” “Because I learned that conflict would find men no matter how hard I tried,” he said. “I no longer wanted a part in trying to stop them.” “But you couldn’t give up the sword,” Kaladin said. “Oh, I gave it up. I let go. Best mistake I ever made.” He eyed Kaladin, sizing him up.
