“Them?” Kaladin asked. “The other highspren. Particularly 121.” “Who?” Kaladin asked. “Nale’s spren,” Syl whispered. “He’s one of the worst.” “Your names are numbers?” Kaladin asked, frowning. “Like … Cryptics?” “What?” both she and the highspren said. “It’s nothing like that,” the highspren replied. “Theirs are formulas. Ours are numbers.” “That was honestly kind of racist,” Syl whispered to Kaladin.
