Kaladin glanced to Szeth, who shrugged. He would have liked to be with Dalinar, but it was not his task. So he started down the hill. “I have decided,” he told Kaladin as the man caught up, “that I need to fight and kill despite my preferences. The duty I bear is too great.” He glanced to Kaladin after he said it, ashamed. The Windrunner merely nodded. “I’m sorry, Szeth. What can I do to help?” “I cannot be persuaded.” “I gathered that from the tone of your voice. Can I help?” Szeth continued more carefully—waiting for the objections. “If I am to be a Herald, I will need to fight. That is
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