“WHAT WAS IN THE TOWER?” Kaladin bellowed. “NOTHING!” Nale yelled back, his face a mask of pain, tears streaming down his cheeks. “There was nothing in the tower! There was…” Nale fell to his knees. “There was nothing! He’s dead.” Nale dropped his Blade. He looked at his hands, then at Kaladin as the music drifted away, the tide becoming a stream. “Honor is … is dead,” Nale whispered. “Jezrien is … is gone. Ishar is … as good … as good as dead too…”
