The highspren stopped. “I deserve to be happy.” He turned to regard them. “What if being happy means … doing things differently from other spren?” “You’ll have to decide,” Kaladin said, getting another spoonful of stew. “You’re supposed to give me the answers!” “You wanted my therapy,” Kaladin said. “This is how it goes. I don’t give answers. I just…” … give questions to think upon? Damnation. Wit, you crafty bastard. “You just what?” 12124 asked. “I just listen,” Kaladin said.
