“This is what it’s about, Szeth,” Kaladin said. “It?” “What we do,” Kaladin said. “Being a watcher at the rim? This is why. My father never understood, and I suspect your people never did either. You can. This is what we fight for. Those looks. Those tears. That joy. Our duty has a cost, as you said—we are both proof of that. But if there’s a difference between us, it’s this: I know the why.” “I thought I knew why,” Szeth whispered. “Service to the law?” “To an ideal.” “Ideals are dead things,” Kaladin said, “unless they have people behind them. Laws exist not for themselves, but for those
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