“But … Sig, what if I’m not good enough? Those squires … they’re my fault. Their deaths. I…” “Blame Kaladin.” Leyten frowned, glancing at him. “Kal put us in charge,” Sigzil said, trying a calculated gambit. “He could have been here. He isn’t. So it’s his fault.” “He led us well!” Leyten snapped, pulling out of his funk, eyes alight with determination. “He did everything he could, then more. He’s not to blame.” “Oh, so you trust his decisions?”
