Dalinar strode toward Odium, the power of Honor surrounding him. He saw it, true honor, in the efforts of two young people to set right an ancient wrong. In the way a young spearman rose to his feet in the darkness. In a man who stood with friends to save a city that was not his own. In the Lightweaver who refused the lies and accepted truth. Even in the way a queen who had been wrong resolved to do better. He saw it in what Alethkar had been, and what it had become. In himself. If the man who burned cities could be redeemed, then who could not? That was honor. The power couldn’t see it, and
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