Wit nodded. “I’m afraid it’s going to get worse, Kaladin. I’m sorry.” “Worse than this?” “Unfortunately.” “I’m not strong enough, Wit,” Kaladin whispered. “It has all been a lie. I’ve never been strong enough.” Wit took a bite of his stew, then nodded. “You … agree?” Kaladin asked. “You know better than I what your limits are,” Wit said. “It’s not such a terrible thing, to be too weak. Makes us need one another.
