What would she have told him today? Care, he thought. Fight for something, not simply because you’re pointed that way by a monarch, no matter how beloved. It was something she’d whispered to him, even as he trained, even as Dalinar insisted Adolin become a soldier. Don’t just fight. Fight for something—something worthy of your heart. Adolin nodded to himself. He couldn’t save the men he’d left behind. But storms, he could do better this time. He would protect Azimir, whatever it took.
