“Shallan is betrothed to Adolin,” Kaladin said. “Which isn’t an oath,” Syl said. “It’s a promise to maybe make an oath sometime.” “It’s still not the sort of thing you play around with.” Syl rested her hand on his knee. “Kaladin. I’m your spren. It’s my duty to make sure that you’re not alone.” “Is that so? Who decided?” “I did. And don’t give me excuses about not being lonely, or about ‘only needing your brothers in arms.’ You can’t lie to me. You feel dark, sad. You need something, someone, and she makes you feel better.” Storms. It felt like Syl and his emotions were double-teaming him. One
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