“I’m sorry, Dalinar,” Taravangian said softly from behind. Dalinar turned, surprised to find the old man sitting on the steps. “I assumed everyone had the same information, and that it would be best to air it. I didn’t expect all of this.…” “This isn’t your fault,” Dalinar said. “And yet…” He stood up, then walked—slowly—down the steps.
Fuuuuuuck this guy.
