“Why are you here?” “To open the Oathgate,” Shallan said. “Save the city.” Pattern hummed. “Lofty goals,” Wit said. “What’s the point of goals, if not to spur you to something lofty?” “Yes, yes. Aim for the sun. That way if you miss, at least your arrow will fall far away, and the person it kills will likely be someone you don’t know.”
