‘Natural laws?’ Syl said, finding the concept amusing. ‘Laws are of men, Kaladin. Nature doesn’t have them!’ ‘If I toss something upward, it comes back down.’ ‘Except when it doesn’t.’ ‘It’s a law.’ ‘No,’ Syl said, looking upward. ‘It’s more like . . . more like an agreement among friends.’ He looked at her, raising an eyebrow. ‘We have to be consistent,’ she said, leaning in conspiratorially. ‘Or we’ll break your brains.’
