Kaladin gripped his flute tighter and stood above the pitiful man kneeling on the ground. Demigod. Broken. A moment later, Szeth stumbled up beside him. Then, Szeth reached a trembling hand out to Nale. “We can help you,” he said softly. “We can’t make it all better, but we can help. Right, Kaladin?” Even those I hate, Kaladin thought. “Yes, we can help, Nale. We will help.”
